He marched to the music of a different drummer,
Where he went people followed in the heat of the summer,
He spoke and many listened, and yet he was condemned by others,
He tried to make amends and have all men be brothers.
But it was not to be, and then he made the ultimate sacrifice,
He knew eventually he had to play this part, he had to roll the destiny dice.
And there on the hill with the crowd at his feet and pain in his heart,
There he knew that his role was not over, that his spirit would continue his part.
That God would receive him for he was his son and did his best,
That God would now give him that well deserved rest,
That God had the plan for mankind to be better in heart and soul,
That this sacrifice was worthy and that man would be fruitful and fulfill his goal.
A simple cross of wood, some nails, and the deed was done,
A man on a cross, the deed accomplished, a sacrifice of his Son,
And man, had been touched with the evidence of good,
Mankind now guided, would the sacrifice be understood?