Shame or Fame 'The cross of all'

Yes they see it wooden
I see you true gold
Not nailed to die
But a promise of life.
A life in life
A purpose of existence
Death
Life
All the tale was love
The same one they thought
But no, there was more to that
There was more to just 3 nails
Setting him free
Was without reprieve
As we hung him still.
He died
No he firstly suffered!
A story we all are familiar with
But here's something you don't know
The cross wasn't to hold him
It was to lift him up for us
To see and believe like the soilder
That he is deep in our hearts
But how have we lived that?
The malice,
The theft,
The vengeance.
Nails that put him back on the cross
To tie him bound for unconditional we live
Humans-gods
And who is God almighty?
The end is not here
There's still a chance
Call him up.
Since he dies not
Which means he now lives in us
Despite our frailties
He wants to set us free
He loves us
He loves you
Just look to the cross
And believe.