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An intensely personal song about our responsibility for Jesus' death. Ideal for
Easter. Pop/Grunge.
Arms spread out as far as they could
Blood seeping into the grains of the wood
His body was weak, His body was frail
He was growing weary as I began to hammer those nails
And I know He bled
Crown of thorns on His head
An empty bottle left upside down
Someone let the love drain out
Blood was seeping through His skin
How could I let this happen to my king
King
Experiencing human pain
Just because I turned my face
Splinters ripping into His back
Just because the love I lacked
We layed His body on a cross
So we would not be lost
He loves you and He loves me
Cant you see
And I know He bled
Crown of thorns on His head
An empty bottle left upside down
Someone let the love drain out
Splinters ripping up His skin
How could I let this happen to my king
King
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