Fake it

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.