How can I explain something not of this world

A man hung between two thieves

Blood dripping from His hands and brow

Pulling with His nailed wrists for each breath

People spit on Him and mocked His name

This was a man that came to die for me



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You can believe it or not

You can say that it's a myth

You can trust and obey or

You can say He doesn't exist

But I know He came and died and shed His blood on a tree

And three days later He arose and set me free



Three crosses on a hill, dark clouds in the sky

Tear falls to the ground from His mother's eye

Hanging in innocence as His Father watched Him die

Three days later the stone was rolled away

Breath came to His words as He arose alive

The sinner's debt did He pay with His death

After His truth was told it wasn't the same

Jesus Christ was this Lamb's name