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| Me/Jesus ---------------- It should have been me, To die so I can be free. To have thorns upon my head, To bleed until I am dead. To have nails in my hands and feet, And to bleed from being beat. To die a death so cruel, As they grab my hair and pull. As skin hangs from my ribs, And my clothes go for the highest dibs. They nail me to a tree, So someone else can live for eternity. They put stripes upon my back, And a spear in my side. But what hurt me the worst of all, Is the heartache I have inside. The people I love, And gave my life for. Are the ones that see me on the cross, Yet turn away from me and sin more. As I feel the pain, Going deeper into my heart. And I feel my breath being torn away, And my heart being torn apart. I am slowly dying, My breath is getting shorter. I look up to Heaven, And there I see my Father. With my final breath, I breathe in, This being my final plea. That you see the love I have for you, And come live with me for eternity. |
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