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And as I walk behind the crowd

     burden by the memory of my sins

red drops of mud did I see

     of the dust in the blood he shed

and I wonder at the price

     that he paid for my sin

each cut of the whip within his flesh

     were they cut for my sin

which of the thorns in his flesh

     were pressed there because of me

of my sins did he bleed

     drops of blood for me shed

mocking crowd presses him on

     driving to the place where he

nailed would be to wood of tree

     from hammered spikes would he bleed

hearing I sick would be

     pounding hammers driving through me

for my sins does he now pay

     agony for that which I did

mocking soldiers did raise him up

     pressing gall to his lips

in sick for horror did I watch

     wishing I could set him free

streams of blood do float down

     on the wood staining red

to the dust where I wait

     waiting for the pain to end

to his father he does call

     asking to forgive us

saying that his work is done

     is and in life then does come

in the dark as I do wait

     longing that my pain would end

knowing for my sins he paid

     because of me his blood was shed

although darkness now this fill the sky

     'tis nothing to the darkness within me

sorrowing for this things I've done

     all the sins for which he has paid

and within a voice I heard

     bringing me my sought for peace

I have died that you might live

     my love for you will never end

and with hope I go my way

     still sorrow within me lay

for my sins did he pay

     with a love that will never end