We wash our hands of the thoughts that slip through our minds.
Like Pontius Pilate, we blame others for the atrocities of our times.
Do we stay silent while the world screams out its lies?
Sell your body, buy your beauty, live at the cost of others' lives
Crucify Him--every child torn from the womb
Crucify Him--every judgment I presume
Crucify Him--every prisoner on death row
Crucify Him--will you cast the first stone
Betrayed by friends, denied by words that spill like wine from our lips,
He drinks the cup for us; His Body is our chalice.
Now His back sheds blood under the torment of the whip.
We join the chorus of Jerusalem, blind to Christ's presence.
Lord, have mercy--Kyrie eleison.
Christ, have mercy--Christe eleison.
Lord, have mercy on me--Kyrie eleison.
Forgive us our sins as we forgive those
Who trespass against us.
Have mercy, Jesus.
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