We rode into town the other day,
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just me and my daddy.
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he said I'd finally reached that age,
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and I could ride next to him on a horse
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that of course, was not quite as wild.
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We heard a crowd of people shouting,
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and so we stopped to find out why.
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There was that man that my dad said he loved,
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but today there was fear in his eyes.
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So I said, ˇ°Daddy, why are they screaming?
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Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
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Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe?
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I bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows.
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Daddy please, can't you do something?
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He looks as though He's gonna cry.
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You said He was stronger than all of those guys;
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Daddy, please tell me why.
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Why does everyone want Him to die?ˇ±
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Later that day, the sky grew cloudy,
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and Daddy said I should go inside.
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Somehow he knew things would get stormy.
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Boy was he right, but I could not keep from wondering
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if there was something he had to hide.
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So after he left, I had to find out.
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I was not afraid of getting lost.
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So I followed the crowds to a hill
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where I knew men had been killed,
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and I heard a voice come from the cross.
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And it said, ˇ°Father, why are they screaming?
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Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
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Why are they casting their lots for my robe?
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This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows.
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Father please, can't you do something?
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I know that You must hear my cry.
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I thought I could handle a cross of this size.
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Father, remind me why.
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Why does everyone want me to die?
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Oh, when will I understand why?ˇ±
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My precious son, I hear them screaming.
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I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming.
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But soon I will clothe you in robes of my own.
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Jesus, this hurts me much more than you know,
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but this dark hour, I must do nothing,
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though I've heard your unbearable cry.
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The power in your blood destroys all of the lies;
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soon you'll see past their unmerciful eyes.
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Look, there below, see the child
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trembling by her father's side.
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Now I can tell you why...
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she is why you must die.
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Why
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| Nichole Nordeman |
