The Byrds - Draft Morning lyrics

rate me

From the pages of the prophets, he stepped out into the world

And walked the earth in lowly majesty

For he had been creator, a creature now was he

Come to bare love's sacred mystery

He the truth was called a liar, the only lover hated so

He was many times a martyr before he died

Forsaken by the father, despised by all the world

He alone was born to be the crucified

Upon the cross of glory, his death was life to me

A sacrifice of love's most sacred mystery

And death rejoice to hold him for soon he would be free

For love must always have the victory

Though no rhyme could ever tell it and no words could ever say

And no cord is foul enough to sing the pain

Still we feel the burden and suffer with your song

You love us so and yet you bid us sing

Upon the cross of glory, his death was life to me

A sacrifice of love's most sacred mystery

And death rejoice to hold him for soon he would be free

For love must always have the victory

Upon the cross of glory, his death was life to me

A sacrifice of love's most sacred mystery

And death rejoice to hold him for soon he would be free

For love must always have the victory

Love must always have the victory