Knee in belly by ~woodflowerman
My ChristMy ChristMy Christ by ~woodflowerman
You lay up there with your robe ripped and torn-
Your head is bruised by your crown of thorns-
Your face is swollen by the blows of men-
But you suffer there for the sins of them-
Your back is split from the skin to the bone-
You king of Jews you lie there with no throne-
You were spat on, hit, and mocked-
But you sat there motionless like a rock-
Your body is broken bloody and worn-
By the power of your blood we're reborn-
The precious lamb of god holy and true-
Forgive them for they know not what they do-
These were the words you cried before you died -
That one day I can stand next to your side-