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you felt the whips sting your back again and again

your wounds bleeding a pain that wouldn't end

you felt the torture of their weapons

you felt your scars be ripped open

you felt the crown of thorns rip into your head

you felt the pain of the words that they said

you felt the nails rip into your hands and feet

as they nailed you up high on that tree

you even felt the pain of being forsaken by God

cause you became sin for us and faced Saton head on

you suffered and died to pay for our sins so we could live

you gave all that you could possibly ever give

and yet we give you nothing and complain about everything

you gave us your all and we are so ungrateful to our king

and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Jesus