Strange love. Never dying.
Always living. Always breathing.
Feeling, pulsing. Beating, living.
Alive! The beauty now awakens in my soul!
A stranger love still...
of an innocent kill.
The terrible pain...
was His blood so spilled.
A love so strange...
as to say it chills.
My blood runs cold...
His wish, His will.
His long paid bill...
My heartbeat stills.
I know this Love...
This Love. His Love.
Stranger love has no man had
than he lay down his life for those
A friend to them who called him sad
They murdered him there, but this he knows
A stranger love has no man seen...
Than a stranger to sin who died for me.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart