Wounded
I just cannot believe that
You have brought Me to this place
After all the wounds, then there's this crown
Look at the Blood upon My face
Why would one see Calvary
And suffer all this pain?
I'll tell you why
His name is God
And He's My Father just the same
My spirit lives within You, Son
And all the wounds that man inflicts
Life brought to the young
And death to the ruthless
With one swift blow it can't be fixed
My purple heart is crimson red
For the mistakes that man has made
Listen to Him now, my Son
Teach them from sin please turn away
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