Akaliza Keza Gara - Christians lyrics

Christians A foreign race To the cynic Or evolved man; Their gentle peace Their open joy How can one understand How they can throw their lives away For some enchanting story That someday Someone Somewhere Out there Will call them home in glory? As whimsical as it might seem Sometimes I can't but help To bite my lip And dare to dream That someone might love Myself Enough to have nails Tear through His wrists And mockers to spit and scorn All in the desperate hope and plea That I might be reborn And as He hung there And thought of those Who'd betrayed and abandoned Him Was it enough To make Him smile To know He bore my sin? So I question this eternal gift Sent centuries before A life of love A heart of peace Wrapped up Outside my door