A mural of memories moves by in a blur His prayers all seem unanswered and unheard His pleading petitions, his loud cries and tears A last reprieve will simply not appear Chorus: So ruthless He loves us, So reckless His embrace To show relentless kindness to a hardened human race The joy that was before Him On the Man of Sorrow’s face And by His blood He bought a violent grace Most willing of victims, And with His final breath Destroyed the one who holds the power of d**h The hate heaped upon Him, scorning all the shame But all for love He died and overcame Chorus In all of time no one had ever heard And to the world the thought seemed so absurd Beyond their wildest dreams no one could ever tell Of a high priest who would sacrifice Himself Chorus x2 And by His blood He bought a violent grace A violent grace