by Ali McKee
"...and while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."
|You called My name, I came...
You asked Me to put My Father to shame;
The Devil tempted and I resisted,
yet you deny My existence.
My hands were bound and tied;
You bloodied My back and I cried,
"Dear Father! Forgive them!"
and "They know not! Forgive them!"
A crown of thorns was put on My head,
and when I didn't resist you said,
"Prove you are King, save yourself!"
yet I remained quiet above all else.
You tore My hands with tough black nails,
nailed Me to the cross and I gave Myself.
And over all the noise, the constant yell
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