You were always the one God called for His work
You gave Him your best and your God, you never forsook
Your haters came and piece by piece from you they took
Then you cried out from your heart, and your God, He never forsook

When they called you names and tried to defame
You remembered your maker,too, His own did the same

When they chained your hands till they could not move
They knew not the one whose nailed scarred hands was there too

At that moment before the outcome was made
The look of their torment was upon your face
But there was your God, with His abundance of Grace