That man…
Skin shredded, he bleeds.
Gasping for breath,
As he draws near to death,
He still tries…
As I look into his eyes.
That man…
Did good for the many.
Healed blind eyes,
Accepted the despised,
Made the religious look bad.
That’s why they’re so mad!
That man…
He’s not like all the rest,
Not tried to save himself.
A king… but got no wealth?
I don’t know why
He wants to die.
That man…
The one with nails in his hands.
The one up there on that cross
Who, even the Roman boss
Tried to set free…
He died for me.
That man…
Took it all for us!
Didn’t hesitate,
Just absorbed all the hate.
Meek like a sheep,
Don’t know why I’m starting to weep..
He was a casualty of love…
The Finished Work 