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| What was it like Lord to carry the cross on Your back You knew what was happening, yet Your faith You didn't lack Blood, sweat and tears they saw upon Your face Your Father was there with you, His loving grace Why did they beat You so, as you suffered the pain Didn't they know they'd be facing You again What were You thinking when You saw Your mother's love Perhaps they didn't believe Your Father saw from above |
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| What were Your thoughts when they rolled the dice Could you hear their laughing once or twice Did you know when the torture would begin How can we thank You Lord for taking away our sin Did others scream when they pierced Your hand Did anyone try to stop them, or didn't they understand What were they thinking when tears fell from Your eyes Didn't they know You couldn't hate nor despise |
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| Did you cry out when they drove the nail thru Your feet Did they look upon You, and did their eyes meet Why didn't they know you were the Son of God Didn't they know it was God's earth that they did trod Here we are again, Lord, another Good Friday will come Thank you, Father, for giving us Your Son May we always love Him, as He taught us to do We're ever thankful that we may always come to you |
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