I don\'t want you to fake it
I want you to make it
Make it for me
I am the one who hung on the tree
Get a glimpse of my glory
The ancients longed to know
It was me in their stories
Prophesy shows
That the blood of one man
Would save a nation
What they didn\'t understand
I am a new creation
The past is gone: fading fast: hear my child; the futures past...
Walk with the one
Who heals the nations
Yes, beloved
And be patient.