PART 1

I know the Truth,
He dwells in my heart
and is the breath of life,
which sustains me.

He is my resting place,
my morning star,
and a the shield of hope
who protects me.

The winds will scream in raging storms
as seas contend and rise,
but He's there in the midst
and calms me.

When I lift up my hands
To shout in praise;
with open arms,
He draws me.

He is the graceful melody to this momentous song,
that is fluid upon my tongue,
He has engrafted into the wings of my heart,
His name,the Christ...the first begotten Son.

He is a puissant silence
broken by the whispers of a troubled rain,
a love which was trodden by selfish desires
in morbid minds of the wicked and the insane.

He is the calming peace and a lyrical freedom;
dancing on the rim of the wine presser’s flute.
He came strumming a harp and singing in grace;
a song of the sweet everlasting truth.

Yes, I know the Truth.

PART 2

My prison doors have opened;
they lay aside to rust.
Those binding chains have broken,
now they've turned to dust.

The walls of death released me;
the king did set me free.
With a great and mighty voice, He said,
"Son, you're free indeed!”

Then I fell to my knees in reverence;
tears proclaiming joy,
when the sound of heavy winds
rushed in and filled the void.

So, I raised my head to the heavens;
saw an awesome crowd.
A powerful legion of Angels,
rejoicing for me aloud.

Caught-up by their splendor;
so impressive were they all.
Then a rolling voice of thunder said,
"Shawn, Stand Up Tall."

I stood there for a moment,
a tear formed in my eye.
Thinking to myself,
is it must time for me to die?

An altar appeared before me;
undefiled by human hands.
It was covered by the blood
of a sacrificial lamb.

My heart began to weaken
as I tried to apprehend,
how a people could be so hardened
as to rip a life from such a friend.

I gazed at the platform
with a vision of this man.
He was hung upon a cross;
spikes nailed into his hands.

I peered into his wounded eyes;
He stared back into me,
in a faint and weakened voice, he said,
"I surrender my life for thee.”

Slowly lifted up his head;
He released a feeble plea.
Blood curdled cries and all his strength;
“Eloi' Eloi’ 'lama sa-bach-thani?”

An eternal sadness overwhelmed my soul;
my heart began to cry.
Cascading tears and jostled nerves
As I watch this good man die.

A callous joy and a smell of wine;
flowing from the crowd.
Dancing, song and the rumbling of sin
as the Son of man was befouled.

Twisted thorns upon his head;
blood poured into his eyes.
Tormented flesh peeled from his bones;
a spear thrust in his side.

Living water fell to the earth,
a soldier finds the way.
A thunderous clap and a violent shake;
a oneness has been conveyed.

Yes, I know the truth,
He gave his life for me.
Yes, I know the truth;
He suffered all to set us free.

Amen!

This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. William Shakespeare