HE WAS A MAN OF MANY SORROWS, WHO STOOD BEFORE THEM ALL,
THEY LIED ABOUT HIS WONDROUS WORKS, DENIED HIM AS THE CHRIST,
THEY SENT HIM TO THE GOVERNOR, DEMANDING CRUCIFY,
SO PILATE ORDERED LASHES FOR, THIS MAN CONDEMNED TO DIE.

HE WAS SPIT UPON AND BEATEN, BY THOSE GUARDS OF ROMAN RULE,
A CROWN OF THORNS PRESSED ON HIS HEAD, THEIR LAUGHTER RANG SO CRUEL,
THEY DRESSED HIM IN A ROYAL ROBE, AND MOCKED HIM AS HE STOOD,
THIS BLEEDING MAN THIS DYING MAN, THIS CHRIST, SAW ONLY GOOD.

A BEAM WAS LAID ACROSS HIS BACK, WHICH TORE IT AS HE WALKED,
HE STUMBLED MANY TIMES, AND STILL, HIS LIPS THEY NEVER TALKED.
NO CONDEMNATION FROM THIS MAN, HIS STRENGTH THOUGH, AT ITS END,
A VISITOR WAS FORCED TO TAKE, HIS CROSS, AND ON THEY WENT.

THEY LAID THE MAN UPON THAT CROSS, HIS LIMBS WERE NAILED CLEAR THROUGH,
THEY PLACED A SIGN ABOVE HIS HEAD, THAT READ "KING OF THE JEWS".
THEN LIFTING IT, THE CROSS AND HIM, THEY SNEERED AND CALLED HIM NAMES,
THEY CAST LOTS FOR HIS CLOTHES AND SHOWED, NO PITY AND NO SHAME.

THOUGH RIDICULED BY THOSE AROUND, HE PRAYED, "FATHER, FORGIVE THEM",
HIS FINAL WORDS, HE AGONIZED, "INTO YOUR HANDS, I COMMIT MY SPIRIT".

AND SO THE JOURNEY BEGINS, TO THE FATHER'S HOLY KINGDOM,
SO THE JOURNEY BEGINS, TEARING DOWN THE GATES OF HELL,
AND SO THE JOURNEY BEGINS, RECONCILE US TO THE FATHER,
BY HIS BLOOD, HIS PRECIOUS BLOOD.




Words & Music
DB Campbell
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