Michael Card



From the pages of the prophets

He stepped out into the world

And walked the earth in lowly majesty

For He had been creator

A creature now was He

Come to bare love's sacred mystery

He the Truth was called a liar

The only lover hated so

He was many times a martyr before He died

Forsaken by the Father

Despised by all the world

He alone was born to be the crucified



Chorus

Upon the cross of Glory

His death was life to me

A sacrifice of love's most sacred mystery

And death rejoice to hold Him

For soon He would be free

For love must always have the victory



Though no rhyme could ever tell it

And no words could ever say

And no cord is foul enough to sing the pain

Still we feel the burden

And suffer with your song

You love us so and yet you bid us sing



Repeat Chorus

For love must always have the victory