I missed Him when i was young
my life with a void
it was a hole in my heart
that wasnt filled
I was angry
filled with distrust and hate
and my hate
directed at Him
Now this cross hangs from my neck
a symbol of a new begining
like a shield to the cruelty of the world
it gives me strength
and fills my void
He dies for me
my lord and risen king
so I sing Hosana
a praise without my fury
 
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