Came to the grave, my shattered heart
Yet aching, did not wish to see
The bruises, wounds that tore apart
My everlasting Majesty. 

Thy mouth that spoke of courage, peace
And promises to always be, 
Did utter cries of agony! 
That horrid day of tragedy! 

Mockery did echo loud, 
"If thou be king, then save thyself!" 
Wished my soul that to that crowd
Thy glory would reveal itself.