We betrayed,in a tomb to be laid

Born with a limit

Harsh and final the verdict

A tomb to be laid.

Down the generations did go

Only a glint of hope that Abraham told

God will provide himself a Lamb

How could we think this of the I AM

Love is Mercy and compassion 

Holiness is power everlasting

God is the womb of His creation

The Love of a mother was also born

Multitude of seed cannot be numbered

The womb of growing and desire of knowing

Live to know His life above the offense and strife

Father, forgive them they know not what they do.

They do, as they see fit.

Even kill those like them

 Who came through the womb, You

Even the passover Lamb, I am.

Mercy and compassion the basis for Holiness. 

Into your hands I give my Spirit ,Father

I pray that they hear it.

Your voice of LOVE