Before I like a tailor bent
To travel this vicious curve
Only a few make a circle,
There You were
Like a cow led to the slaughter
You went all the way
And bled a pool for me
To deep in and live
After this poor stage
I, in a mass
Flocking in procession
Saw You at Golgotha
And saw this crimson pool
I deeped in and turned a phoenix
At Calvary You smiled
And like a dying swan
Gave a creed to guide me home
And see You my Warrior.