Testo Sacrifice

Taken in the night from a prayer with his fatherHe didn't even fight, no didn't even botherBetrayed and denied by the ones He lovedBut He knew this was the reason He was sent from aboveHe was the King, The Christ, the Spotless LambBut in our eyes He was nothing but a shamHis love, the drive -- His life, the priceTo become the sinner's sacrifice Beaten and whipped, garments stained blood redHad a crown of thorns pressed upon his headAnd the people all laughed as they mocked his nameBut all that could be heard were his screams of painBrought before Pilate to recieve his sentenceAnd to think this was all for my repentancePilate pointed to the people,"Let them decide!"And we all screamed, "We want him crusified!"Tree on his back as he marched from the cityThey yelle, they spat, the sight wasn't prettyLed to the hill where His death He'd meetThen they drove the nails into His hand and feetSuffocating deat was now all he feltWhile in the crowd some wept and kneltIt's our sin that this man diesJesus took a deep breath, and closed his eyes...