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LyricsKneeling in that garden, death before himFrom his brow the sweat dripped crimson red And in that place he felt so God forsaken But "Father not my will but Yours" he said And with that kiss of death he met betrayal And trial for these crimes he did not do But willingly he suffered there in silence Its eternal worth outweighed the pain he knew The crowd cried for a murderer "release him" Replaced him with this man of innocence But still his worthy plea remained unspoken At last my pure Lord was sentenced death And walking up that hill his heart was broken With torture such my body never knew But still he kept on walking right towards The pain that sealed the gift for me and you Those nails that drove into his hands of freedom That locked him to the cross of pain he knew Were crafted by the sins I have committed The punishment for all that I would do And how his body on that cross was broken That crown of thorns that pierced his head so pure In those dying breaths he breathed forgiveness The sting of death at last would meet its cure. Darkness fell upon the land for hours And mocking insults all around him flew Until at last his voice cried up in anguish The curtain in the temple ripped in two And limp his body hung for my salvation And in a grave so cold they laid his head But when they did return they found him risen Returned to life again just as he said Copyright © 2006 Lynda Thoms
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