Battered, whipped, and cut,
Struck, suffered blasphemy, but
He never gave up, and the day of His victory has come
He will have His justice and heal what sin stung
I saw Him die when I realized how much sin I had let in my life
I then saw Him rise when I repented and cried
Transformed, a new man in the Body of Christ
Flesh was torn for our scorn,
A forlorn people, ripped apart in the storm,
Days pass as we continue to mourn,
Useless the journey seems, always revoking what’s sworn
Maybe we’ve been misinformed,
Grabbed the wrong horns,
All I know is the promise of a new life with a new morn’.
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