I can’t think of anything more pleasing to our savior
Knowing he did not die in vain
I hear the cry from the cross
How he asked his Father, to please forgive them.
I see his body and all the suffering my sins must have caused him
And how the soldiers mocked and enticed
Each drop of blood from the garden to the cross
Helps remind me that I am someone, he was willing to pay the ultimate price.