They whipped and tortured Him that day
A trouble maker they would say
And yet He had done nothing wrong
They said that He did not belong,
A crown of thorns on His forehead
With spears they jabbed; His body bled
Blood dripped from where they pierced His hands
And who of us here understands
Where they had nailed Him to the cross
Loved ones would weep there for their loss
Forgiveness for soldiers He'd ask
His love for them He would not mask
What He endured seemed so unfair
I know I helped to put Him there
I have done wrong, but I've no fear
Because my conscience now is clear
God loved us so He sacrificed
His Son, He gave who lived and died
On Good Friday with our hearts poured
We thank You for Redemption, Lord
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