One by one,
the blood falls
from His face.
With my voice in His ear,
He sheds another tear.
For it was I that put Him there,
that cross He had to wear.
The blasphemy,
The beating,
The lashes,
The crucifying,
The spear,
It's all mine,
I have caused it all.
Thank you oh Lord,
for you endured it all,
so that I may inherit it all.
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