What Was It That He Felt?

What Was It That He Felt
In The Graden As He Prayed?
When He Knew So Soon,
That He Would Be Betrayed.

What Was It That He Felt,
When All Had Left His Side?
Saying They Did Not Know Him
And Then They Ran To Hide.

When He Was Being Judged
And Beaten To The Ground,
What Was Tt That He Felt,
As He Was Being Bound?

As He Took Each Step,
Walking Towards That Hill,
What Was It That He Felt,
Knowing Soon He Would Be Killed?

What Was It That He Felt,
As He Hung There On That Cross?
We Will Never We Understand,
The Price Paid For The Lost.

How Great Was His Pain,
The Pain From All Our Sin,
That He Carrried On His Chest,
Right To The Very End?

What Was It That He Felt,
As The Crowed Roared Out,
With Crusing Him And Mocking Him,
As They All Did Shout?

What Was It That He Felt, 
As He Asked His Father Up Above,
To Forgive Them All,
Well It Was His Mighty Love!

A Love For All Of Us,
A Love We Can Not Understand,
For What He Felt Was Mighty,
What He Felt Was Grand!

For What He Felt The Most,
Was His Love For Us.
Knowing It Had To Be,
Knowing That It Was A Must!

Not Looking At The Suffering.
Not Looking At The Pain.
For What He Felt The Most,
Was A Love I Can't Exspain.

So I Have To Thank Him,
With All I Have Within. 
That What He Felt The Most,
Was My Need... To Be Set Free From Sin.

Cathy Jo Moore
© 2002