The Willing Heart of the Savior

In the shadow of a cross, with a heavy heart to bear,

A quiet prayer whispered, in the silent air.

He walked the roads of sorrow, where the lost souls roam,

With each step of compassion, He made the world a home.

The weight of every burden, too much to contain,

His heart was set ablaze, for mankind’s deep pain.

No thought of the suffering, nor fears that bind,

Just the burning purpose, His love redefined.

In the depths of despair, He took the scars,

With open arms, He carried our wars.

With nails through His hands, He broke every chain,

For the love that He bore, salvation, our gain.

A crown of thorns upon Him, He wore it with grace,

Each drop of blood a story, of His tender embrace.

Through the jeers and the laughter, He stood unwavering,

A beacon for the lost, His heart forever saving.

Faithful to the mission, no thought of retreat,

His sacrifice a promise, for our souls to meet.

In the depths of despair, He took the scars,

With open arms, He carried our wars.

With nails through His hands, He broke every chain,

For the love that He bore, salvation, our gain.

Oh, in His agony, a light did shine,

In the darkest hour, a love divine.

He gave it all freely, with every sigh,

In the echo of the heart, He’ll never die.

So let the world remember, His undying fight,

In the shadow of the cross, we find our light.

With every whispered promise, our fears He’ll erase,

For in His willing sacrifice, we find our grace.