Two feet upon my head Dripping dark and vibrant red How was my soul to barter Wrapped in heavy Roman armor? My guilt was on my bed Was I quick as I was dead? His body brought a wonder As the earth was moving under Cease all the sorrow we have caused Surely this Man must have been the Son of God! Two plots for both my folks Where my one already sleeps Earth has me in a chokehold And it tightens by degrees Whose death has brought salvation here? What anguish wipes away my tears? Chainmail on the ground, I hold His feet And my heart begins to bleat Sweet peace in the cruelness of the dark If it held the world, can it not hold my heart? If the path most feared is where my best Friend trod If He meets His sheep there with His gentle rod All my doubts are gonna crumble with a nod Surely this Man must have been the Son of God!