THE KING'S PASSION The wages of sin of the world was upon his head, To draw mankind back to God his blood had to be shed, With him all things were made new even the dead. Feel the king's passion, he was wounded for our transgressions.  Before time your legacy was foretold by the prophets of old, In the garden of gethsemane, You're soul was exceedingly sorrowful as u felt the prophecy unfold. feel the king's passion, he was wounded for our transgressions. Your greatest love was shown on the cross, like a sheep you were slaughtered, with no qualms or brawls, you payed the price for our flaws. Feel the king's passion, he was wounded for our transgressions.  Darkness  could not comprehend as you took the keys of death, To set the captives free upon this earth. yes he's alive, this is the final hour, as we witness the manifestation of the ressurection power. Feel the king's passion, he was wounded for our transgressions.  Written by JONES AWUAH