A heart is cold
A heart is cold
A beam is sold
For souls so beautiful
but hearts of stone
Now wounded He cries
for the heart that has died
and pain looks
from His penetrating eyes
He loves with a love
that’s despised and rejected
The priceless is sold;
the cost of our souls
Love is sold like a piece of cloth
For the merchant is broken
and the seller a thief
who steals unworthily
Are we dead to love
dead to see
our Savior who hangs
just because we
are waiting for a king