Jesus, you were all to me,
Why did you die on Calvary?
O lamb of God, I fail to see
How this could be part of the plan.
They say that you're alive again,
But I saw death and every sin
Reach out to claim, their darkest whim,
How could this part of the plan?
If I could on-
-Ly hold your hand
And touch the scars
Where nails were driven,
I would need
To feel your side
Where holy flesh
A spear was riven
Then I'd believe,
Only then I'd believe
Your cruel death
Was part of a heavenly plan.
Holy presence, Holy face
A vision filling time and space
Your nearness makes my spirit race
Could this be part of the plan?
I see the wounds that caused the cry
From heaven, ocean, Earth, and sky
While people watched their savior die
Could this be part of the plan?
Reaching out
To hold your hand
And touch the scars
Where nails were driven,
Coming near
I feel your side
Where holy flesh
A spear was riven
Now I believe,
Jesus now I believe
Your cruel death
Was part of a heavenly plan.
I proudly say with blazen cry
You are my Lord and my God