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I placed the nails in Jesus's hands and feet

I put the crown of thorns on his head for people to see

I hung him upon that cross, I beat him until he couldn't stand

I am guilty, I have innocent blood resting on my hands

and yet I walk through life like I am innocent as a puppy

when he suffered and died that day all because of me

yet I feel he owes me a good life without troubles or cares

I should be grateful he knows my name at all after the pain he bares



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I killed him

with my sin

and left him bloodshed

with every hateful word I said

I place my hands behind my back because I am guilty

and yet I have been proved innocent cause he died for me

paid for me with his own blood so that I could have a second chance to live

my Lord of Lords was my defense attorney at my trial and gave all he could give



I insulted him and denied him all the same

I caused him all sorts of suffering and pain

I am the reason he has scars in his hands and feet

I am the whip that flogged his back and caused him to bleed

and I am eternally ashamed that I did that to my king

the Lord of Lords who I love more than anything

I will never be able to pay back my loan that he gave me

he was my life line and donated all his blood to set my soul free

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I don't want money or gold

I don't want fortune's untold

all I want, all that I desire

is to praise Jesus and lift him higher

to get on my knees and worship him more

to be closer to him than I ever was before

I am ever grateful that he chose to save me

though I was unclean and was not worthy

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