Jerusalem on a dusty road An innocent man condemned to death Bore a cross on His shoulders They didn't know
Down the Via Dolorosa, He staggered in agony As He looked upon the hatred in the eyes of His own seed They didn't know
They didn't know He was enduring this for them So they could live forever more in paradise with Him They didn't know one day they'd sing His praise With fear and trembling They didn't recognize the King that kings call King
He didn't have to die for me He could have just set Himself free He could have come down from the cross at Calvary
But instead He was wounded for our transgressions And He was bruised for our iniquities And by His stripes we are healed Oh, what an awesome price He paid for me
They hung Him high and stretched Him wide They nailed His hands and feet And pierced Him in the side They didn't know
Look at my Saviour hanging there Suffering Bleeding Dying for me and you But Jesus never said a mumbling word but Father they know not what they do And He bowed His head, hung His head and He died For the sins of the world He bowed His head and He died Bowed His head, hung His head and He died My Jesus Bowed His head, hung His head and He died
But on the third day On the third day On the third day Jesus rose He rose, He rose, He rose, He rose, Jesus rose Victoriously Triumphantly With authority He rose He rose He rose He roseThank you for visiting AllGospelLyrics.com!
