What do you say to a sight of the warm embrace of a mother and child?
Does not your heart move to the scene a love story on the big screen,
It surround us so with the love of life that we see and breathe,
Yet the greatest and most mysterious is not the love of Calvary?
The pounding of the hammer, blood down the wooden beam...
It's a brutal love for you and me, it's a brutal love for you and me
Ponder the silence of the Father's heart sending his joy to us,
Only to see the coldness of our rejection and the shield of our illusion,
A collision of two worlds - truth for lies, humility moves against our pride,
While we walk in our sorrow down that long path with death in our eyes,
The Father lets him go to a screaming humanity wanting our ways,
Lift him high we cried, we reject this offering of hope and joy,
Heaven weeps a shower upon the earth to wash her clean,
For a people so desperately lost in a myriad of broken dreams,
The pounding of the hammer, blood down the wooden beam...
It's a brutal love for you and me, it's a brutal love for you and me
(driving in the rain, i could not keep out 'brutal love' in my mind, and want to remember that we must forget a love so mysterious, wonderful, beautiful and brutal)