The taunts aimed at his head.
His body shattered, his head hung low,
Knowing that soon he would be dead.
The crowd was merciless and cruel
They hurled insults without shame.
And on his back they made him carry
A cross that bore his name.
As I watched the scene unfold,
I could not help but wonder why.
Why this man so pure and innocent
Was condemned by them to die.
And when they reached the Skull,
The soldiers held him down.
They drove nails in his hands and feet
And thorns became his crown.
I cried aloud, "Who did this deed?
I will revenge this man I swear!"
Then out of heaven came a voice,
"It was you who nailed him there."
Then I remembered my every sin,
The evil through the years.
I knew the voice from heaven was right.
The truth brought me to tears.
It should be me upon the cross
And out of shame and grief I cried.
But then I heard him speak out loud
"Father, please forgive them,"
He looked toward heaven, then he died.
Never have I seen such love
Till I looked upon that tree.
He gave his life to cleanse our sin,
This Jesus died for you and me.
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