There was a heavy, price to be paid, for the freedom of everyone…
Paid for by this, our sweet loving Savior… that is Gods’ Son.
‘Oh, the bloody stripes, by which our bodies, are healed from hurt and disease…
It was Gods’ Son, Jesus, who CHOSE to be scourged… let us fall to our knees.

They nailed His dear hands to the old, hard, and roughened, Cross- that day…
Slapped Him on the Cross -, and without regret, did His dear feet the same way.
‘Oh sweet Jesus what have we done, as a people, to take it on our hearts, to atone?
For it was ultimately our sins, our very evil, nature that let Thee go there, all alone.

Only we know you were not alone, Thy Father God, I know was deeply pained…
As when Thy body gave up the ghost, He split the veil, and then flooded the rain…
Washing Thy sacred, blood down the hill, maybe to cleanse the awesome place,
Where Thou died, sweet Jesus, for our sins, and Thine eyes closed, in Thy sweet face.

Thou said, forgive them Father… for they know not what they do, How great Thou art!
To suffer so drastically and think of the ones who did this, to Thy body, from Thy heart.
But, Lord we know no man, had a hand in the Miracle that was born that day…
We know it was from Father, Son and Holy Spirit that deemed it to be this way.

None other, lest they boast Lord… it was Thee who split the skies and went into hell,
To take the keys from Satan, and in Thy wonder, take away the veil…
That we may see clearly to worship Thee, and let our heart and soul, surely know,
That this had to be, for “mankind” to be saved, so into Heaven, we have a choice to go.