They nailed the hands that set me free.
They pierced the feet that walk with me.
With a crown of thorns upon Your head,
You could have lived, but died instead.
Endured the pain and mockery
upon the cross for all to see.
Your punishment was so unfair.
It was my sin that held You there.
You died for me.
You died for me.
You could have gotten down so easily and just walked away.
But Your love for us is so much stronger than the pain You felt that day.
Calvary's hill, the story told,
a million times, will not get old.
So I'll tell the world again.
How the Son of God was slain.
