Taken in the night from a prayer with His Father
He didn't fight, no He didn't even bother
Betrayed and denied by the ones He loved
But He knew this was the reason He was sent from above
He was the King, the Christ, the Spotless Lamb
But in our eyes He was nothing but a sham
His love, the drive: His life, the price
To become the sinner's sacrifice, sacrifice
Beaten and whipped, garments stained blood red
Had a crown of thorns pressed on His head
And the people all laughed and they mocked His name
But all that could be heard were His screams of pain
He went before Pilate to receive His sentence
And the think this was all for my repentance
Pilate pointed to the people, let them decide
And we all screamed, we want Him crucified, crucified
Tree on His back as He marched from the city
We yelled, we spat, the sight wasn't pretty
Led to the hill where His death He'd meet
Then they drove huge nails in His hands and His feet
Suffocated death was now all He felt
And in the crowd some wept and some knelt
It's for our sins that this man died
Jesus took His last breath
And then He closed His eyes, closed His eyes
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