Without love

Without love
~What did Christ's separation from God look like for him on the cross? - a meditation, a song
by Joel Howard

It is hell to be here

O Father, I cry

It is hell to be here

Without you at my side

I look up, and then down

I look all around

My Father's face

Is not here, not here

There's my mother, my friends

They are with me here

There's a crown on my head

And through me a spear

I look up, and then down

I look all around

My Father's face

Is not here, not here

I am feeling such pain

I am feeling such weight

I am feeling the pull

Of the terror and fears

Of this separation

Its killing me now

Perhaps more than these nails

I die without love from you God

It is hell to be here

O Father, I cry

It is hell to be here

Without you at my side

I look up, and then down

I look all around

My Father's face

Is not here, not here

There's a sign by my head

"The King of kings is dead"

There's a crown on my head

I feel loveless instead

I look up, and then down

I look all around

My Father's face

Is not here, not here

I am swimming the waters

The waters of hell

The waves of fire, for the sake of my Bride

I am climbing the tower

My adversary built
I am raising to new life again

And Father, I'd do it again!!!
I want her to know I am here for her now
Though she bruises and beats me
And scars my own hands
I want her to know that I'd do it again
Tell the world that she has a Friend!
I go to prepare a place for her
To be with her again