No one is good, there is not even one

The front pages of papers of children raped by rapist

Iraqi torture chambers and we the blame, claim we're blameless

wrong, all

And swelling up inside of us there's this pride in us, this arrogance

And our only line of defense... is the sense that

I'm not as half as bad as this friend of mine so I must be fine

We mean well, don't we?

Yet I've never seen good intentions set a man free from

Hurt, all

This poor unfortunate soul

Filling a single void with toy after toy, girl after boy

How boring?!

This wasn't meant to be humanity's life story

Warring with God saying what have you done for me?

Bought

all

Hanging there for six hours, marred beyond recognition

In compete submission to the Father's will, still,

A proclamation was made louder than the loudest temptation

With more beauty than all His creation

More eternal than eternity more angelic than the heavenlies

It is done

you are bought with blood

Accept and Rejoice

For freedom has come