The Lamb, pure and Holy, the only One found worthy
The cup would not be passed, no this cup would not be passed
The agony of the prayer, and the sorrow of His heart
To know the weight of sin that would soon rest only on Him
How bittersweet the tears of blood, how costly was that flow?
The sanguine stain upon His brow, how desperate was that plea?
The sting of betrayal in the kiss of a newly made stranger
The abandonment of a friend, for nothing more than greed
There was found no fault in Him, perfectly blameless yet
Given to death, not just for Barabbas, but for the whole of man
And it was my sin, that held Him to that cursed piece of a tree
Yet in His power he submitted, giving strength to those who whipped
Giving breath to those who mocked
"Eloi,Eloi! Lema sabachthani?" He was forsaken for the sake us us all
And in this forsaking, was found His victory
His final breath heard both in Heaven and in Hell
Against the gates of which He has prevailed
The veil was torn, the temple destroyed
And in the tomb rebuilt again
He holds the keys
The One found worthy
It is finished
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