8. Innocence

Sometimes we wish for it to go
Sometimes we wish it'd come.
It's never fully there inside,
But there was always some.
Sometimes it slowly melts away
Its manner long and drawn
Sometimes, abrupt, it vanishes
And in one breath is gone.
We find we cannot hold it fast
It cannot help but flee

Yet innocence dwelt in the Son
Who died in place of me.

2. Love

He carried our sorrows, our sickness and pain.
We scorned Him, and beat Him, and killed Him that day.
He lived without blame, on His heart was no stain.
We mocked Him, and filthy we went on our way.
He warned us of wrath that we one day must face.
We laughed and ignored him, refused to obey.
He spoke of a kingdom, a wonderful place.
We shouted in anger, were eager to slay. 

He came on a mission, sent down from above
He bled and He died, and His blood removed strife
Thus by this alone do we truly know love:
For us, wretched sinners, He laid down His life.