Partial Lyrics: Jefferson Bethke || Death Of Yolo || Spoken Word
A roman cross, ya Jesus died on that
I don’t care what you believe, read history; it’s a historical fact
So the question is what will you do with this man of misery?
Only six hours on that wood, yet it completely changed history.
What’s weird though is we’ve pimped Jesus out, made his sacrifice foolery,
We just come to church on Easter, and make his cross nice jewellery.
The cross though wasn’t a symbol of faith; it was a symbol of death,
I mean imagine if someone wore an electric chair around their neck?
So we have to ask what was different about that man on that day,
That could turn an instrument of death, to something that saves?
See His cross is unique, because He was innocent,
God actually became a man?! Now that is different.
So on the cross he says I’m not dying because of me, I’m dying because of you,
Not just for your sins of the past, but for the ones you will do.
See on the cross God treated Jesus like He was us,
Poured out his wrath on the son, so He might show He’s just.
He took all your filth; he took all your sin,
The beauty is when you trust in Jesus, you were included in him
But first, walk with me what it must have been like that night,
When the son of God looked like He lost the fight,
no breathe, no heartbeat, no sign of life,
God tasted death, and it didn’t feel right.
Have you ever let that sink in, that God died?
No, really, God actually died.
Lyrics to the poem: http://ow.ly/ctFzy