Taken in the night from a prayer with His Father He didn’t fight, no He 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, sacrifice Beaten and whipped, garments stained blood red Had a crown of thorns pressed on His head And the people all laughed and they mocked His name But all that could be heard were His screams of pain He went before Pilate to receive His sentence And the think this was all for my repentance Pilate pointed to the people, let them decide And we all screamed, we want Him crucified, crucified Tree on His back as He marched from the city We yelled, we spat, the sight wasn’t pretty Led to the hill where His death He’d meet Then they drove huge nails in His hands and His feet Suffocated death was now all He felt And in the crowd some wept and some knelt It’s for our sins that this man died Jesus took His last breath And then He closed His eyes, closed His eyes [[Category:The Insyderz]]

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