Now, why would a God with all authority,
die on a cross for a soul like you and me?
Naked, beaten, bruised, and literally
disfigured ‘cause they would not believe.
Flesh torn open with whips and glass,
they spit in His face while they passed and laughed.
From a throne bush they made a crown,
pierced His head while they pressed it down.
He never said a word, blood soaked the ground,
pushed Him over and began to pound.
Two nails through His hands, and one through His feet,
hanging on the cross makes it hard to breath.
Every bone out of joint trying to relieve
excruciating pain you can’t believe
or imagine. Just imagine, they’re still mocking, they’re still laughing,
they don’t understand His passion. Why would a God die in this fashion?
Died for me, and He died for you.
“Father, forgive them, they don’t know what they do!”
Is what He said when He hung His head,
died on the cross and for you He bled.
They pierced His side and watched the blood and water flow,
what they didn’t know then, now they know.
The sky turned black as they turned around,
an earthquake showed up and shook the ground,
the Temple veil got split before they took Him down.
Frightened, they’re in trouble now, this IS the Son of God is what they found,
but ain’t no grave ever gonna hold Him down!
Three days later, from the grave He rose up,
the tomb clothes that He wore they were folded up.
Two angels in the corner, they were like “Yo, hold up!"
"Jesus lives!” Then He showed up.
If Hell could freeze over, it would have probably froze up,
the devil drew a blank, games over, times up!
Jesus walks, and He talks, all power and authority
in the hand of a Living King…in the hand of a Living King!John 20:29 Jesus said to him, "Because you have seen Me,
have you believed? Blessed are they who did not see, and
yet believed."