The wooden cross you carried and tossed
The crown of thorns made more of your blood be lost
You gave your life as a sacrifice of love
You were sent to us from the father above
As you took in the pain of the nails in your feet and hands
To cleanse us with your blood was what God demands
Dying on the cross in hopes to save
Then coming back up from the grave
The bible says you will come back one day
Maybe then people will act in a more holy way
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