Your blood so precious
Beaten from Your body, covering the cross
Forsaken, so I no longer would be
The lashes were meant for me
You carried my shame, took my blame
While I was still Your enemy
Who dies for the unrighteous?
Who willingly lies down for an adversary?
Only the Lamb
The Lamb as white as snow
Forgive us Father, for we still know not what we do
No reverent awe before the creator of all