Don't suffer so. No not for me
Your life's work hung upon the tree.
Arise! Come down. It is not I
Whose acts have caused the Lord to die.
It's not this bad, my need for You
To make up for the things I do.
Others more inclined to err
Have nailed You to the cross up there.
Please, please descend, or go--
Heaven awaits you, is it not so?
Release me from Your naked shame,
Oh let me know I'm not to blame.
My breath, your gift of life to me
Could You not command eternity,
Without the horror and the guilt
Of knowing that Your blood's been spilt?
Lamb of God, spotless One,
Perfect, holy, beloved Son,
Leave now and take your promised throne.
Don't let me keep you from Your home.
Compassion sees with dimming eye
The heart of me, He knows just why
I cry out to end His pain--
Because my hands are crimson stained.
The ersatz trial, the lies they told,
With arrogant pride, Your garments sold.
The thorns, the whip, the nail and hammer
The mocking mob's demanding clamor.
Your life exchanged for a murderous thief
Barabbas freed to the crowds relief.
Heinous, hateful their maddened cry,
"The Lord of glory, Crucify!"
Now here I stand a prideful man
I've weighed my life as best I can,
The scales are balanced black and white
My daylight deeds and darkest night
Come down or go I've made my choice,
I've seen Your face and heard Your voice.
I'm not the one who's hanging high
It's not me crying "Crucify!"
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