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