He died on my cross

I carried the weight of him before he could breathe
Wrapped in a blanket of promise and belief
I held the small hands that would one day heal
And raised a good boy to make the heavens real
I taught him to walk on the dusty red clay
Never knowing he’d carry a mountain one day
The child of my womb, the light of my sight
Was born to be broken to set the world right
He turned the water to wine at the feast
He found the greatest among the very least
He fed the five thousand with bread and with fish
He was everything every broken soul could wish
He loosed the iron chains and set captives free
But while he saved others, he was looking at me
I watched the miracles, the power, the grace
While the shadow of thorns crept over his face
Then came the hill and the sky turning black
I saw the red stripes on my little boy's back
The hands I once washed were nailed to the wood
I stood in the garden where the soldiers stood
He didn't pull back and he didn't look down
He ran toward that cross to take up his crown
He didn't run from it, he ran to the pain
To wash away every dark, lingering stain
I stayed silent through the hammer and wood
Not because I was cold, but because I understood
It wasn't just for the world or the sins of the lost
I knew in my spirit what his life would cost
Every breath that he gasped, every drop that he bled
Was buying the life of the mother who fed
The son of my heart, the King of the tree
He died on the cross that was meant for me
My little boy ran to that jagged, dark hill
To do what no other man’s blood ever will
He died on my cross so that I could be free
My son and my Savior, he rescued me

Powerful gripping ballad similar to appassionatta by secret garden .  Key of f minor.  Strings  very orchestral, female