The cross my identity Video (MV)

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?