Taken in the night from a prayer with his father He didn't even fight, no 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 Beaten and whipped, garments stained blood red Had a crown of thorns pressed upon his head And the people all laughed as they mocked his name But all that could be heard were his screams of pain Brought before Pilate to recieve his sentence And to think this was all for my repentance Pilate pointed to the people,"Let them decide!" And we all screamed, "We want him crusified!" Tree on his back as he marched from the city They yelle, they spat, the sight wasn't pretty Led to the hill where His death He'd meet Then they drove the nails into His hand and feet Suffocating deat was now all he felt While in the crowd some wept and knelt It's our sin that this man dies Jesus took a deep breath, and closed his eyes...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
