Jesus according to John by Tim

Hanging on a tree, You let out a sigh;"Tetelestai."
Taking the punishment for all sin, You bleed. You die.
Three days You lay dead in the grave.
On Sunday morning, You walk out of Joseph's cave.
Behind locked doors, seeing the marks on Your hands.
Now they tell Your story in all of the lands.
The hole in Your side became the proof.
Your resurrection is not a spoof.
Some years before, the Word became flesh.
Bringing grace and truth, You make rotten lives fresh.
Into darkness, You shine light.
Our broken relationship has been made right.
This is the only thing I need to know.
Crimson stains washed white as snow.
I've got a reason to sing and dance.
You have given me a second chance.
No more sorrow, no more shame.
I will never ever, forever, be the same.