Jesus' Suffering
Burn it, burn it to the ground
The crowd shouted at Jesus on the tree
How cruel can anyone possibly be
To make One suffer as He looked down at me
He eyes grew dim, He wouldn't last
In the night to heaven He went home
To be with His Father in all of His glory
God came to save Him, He's not alone
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