Paul Oakley

I will never be the same,
Now that I've seen the Cross
And how You took upon Yourself
The fullness of the wrath of God
And I may never understand
Just what You suffered in my place
Jesus, You who knew no sin
How You were made sin for us
And oh,
How fierce the Father's anger.
And though You were pierced,
All the pain could not compare;
So dark was the hour
When all heaven turned its face away,
Turned its face away from You.
But how sweet is Your mercy
As it finds its way to me.