Who?

Whose shoulder is this?

It's warm and tear-stained

It's firm and comforting

It's strong like a soldier's

But gentle like a father's

Whose shoulder is this?

Whose voice is this?

It's soft and peaceful

It's authoritative but humble

It's strict but encouraging

This that speaks of immense forgiveness

Whose voice is this?

Whose heart-beat is this?

It was one that was silent for awhile

It was one that beat again

It was one that broke away the bondage

And it's still beating, beating, beating

Whose heart-beat is this?

Who is this man I see?

He is a man of majesty

He is a man of humility

His hands and feet, they speak, of the scars

His back is marked with lashes

Because of love which led to sacrifice

For you and for me

Who is this man I see?