The Death of Jesus
As I think upon the graphic details of your death
I pause a while bow down and catch my breath
I’m heartbroken about the pain you had to endure
It will be etched on my mind forever more
Obediently to death you were lead away
You heard everything against you they had to say
Humiliated, taunted, spat at, torn and battered
Yet we your lambs to you were all that mattered
I’m sorry for my part in your death and pain
Oh Jesus mighty king for us was slain
I sit beneath your cross tears running down my face
I feel so unworthy of your mighty act of grace
I need to be at your cross to Understand and know you more
Oh Jesus I will worship and honour you forever more
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