The cross my identity Lyrics

I was taught to say I love Him

Dragged into something I couldn't comprehend

Understand or phantom

Sinking deeper into a web I couldn't associate

Connect or relate with

That was me growing up

That was me thinking that loving Him

Was an obligation imposed on me by society

That was me knowing how to pray, when to pray and why I should pray

That was me knowing what kinda skirt to wear and what not to wear

That was me wearing only the didi and the shuku

Not the brazillian, Peruvian or Caucasian hair

That was me being what you'll call a spirikoko

A spirikoko without depth

A spirikoko without knowledge

A spirikoko without understanding

A spirikoko without knowledge His ways

His thoughts, His plans, His actions

But a spirikoko after all

And then on a day like this

My eyes were opened, and I began to understand the reason for my existence

The reason for my life

My eyes were opened to why my heart was inclined to love Him

Opened to why I must worship Him

Opened to why I must honour Him

My eyes were opened to that day

Oh that day when he was battered and bruised

When he was stripped and slapped

Dehydrated and exhausted from

The flagrum whip cutting deep into His back

Producing an oozing of blood

He was tortured and killed

For my sake

So, it goes beyond them hashtags on

Palmchat, WeChat, Snapchat, Instagram and Twitter

It goes beyond dem selfies with the cross

It goes beyond dem social media awareness

It goes beyond me

It goes beyond you

It goes beyond dem Easter carnivals and revivals

It goes beyond all of us

The cross goes beyond all these

The cross for me signifies the place of redemption

The place of restitution

The place of revival

The place of remembrance

Remembering the one beautiful gift His death brought to us

The exceptional gift of eternal life

So I ask you today

What does the cross mean to you?