Now I know that it's hard to talk about I know guilt and shame and sin And punishment and wrath are awkward at best And at worst unmentionable things But we can't just pretend like we all are ok Like what's under the rug doesn't haunt us Out of sight never did take the cancer away And we could use some good news if we're honest But it's hard to look up at a man on a cross Hard to feel the full weight of our glory If it means that the good thing we each might have been Went this wrong and now this is our story That however far from his beauty we fell That man hanging there is the hard truth Of what God had to do to remove the disease Of rebellion that killed all his family Cause I swear you weren't born with these chains on your arms You were made to dance free as a song It was not God's intent that your life would be spent Slowly dying alone with no hope you could find your way home Now, whatever you've heard about love up till now And whatever they say about God Well, I don't think you'll find a more beautiful thing Than a friend who would lay down his life And I promise it's worth it to stare down the worst To face up to a Face crucified If it means we can find an old highway has cleared That leads home to the heart of our God