As He hung on the blood stained cross,
The crowd bowed their heads for the loss.
Yet they did notfully understand
Why He willingly let them pierce His feet and hand.
He carried all our burdens to the grave
So our souls He could save.
For three days in the grave He lay,
It was for our debtto pay.
He did rise for all to see,
To fulfill the prophecy.
'Tis to Heaven that I'm being led.
It was for me His blood He did shed.
Willingly it was in the place
Of the whole human race
That He carried our strife,
And willingly gave his life.
As God sent His love on the wings of a dove,
So has the cross become a symbol of Gods love
As He sent His Son to hang on the tree
So we from our sins might be free.
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