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I sent my Son to die for you,

Because my love for you is true,

Each nail for you peirced His hand,

On my own cross, in my own land.



I had suffered and lived only to die,

I could of refused but I didn't try,

I was mocked and rejected, even by my own,

But I'll never give up, your never alone.



Each time tha you do forget me,

Or take my name in vain,

It brings me to the cross again,

And I relive the pain.



I was beat and I was stoned,

I was destined to die for you,

So know when I was hung,

You helped to kill me too.