by Hal Baumchen
So I nailed another man onto a tree,
And won another round of it's you against me.
I've killed before, it's a small thing for me
To decrease my fear and uncertainty.
But this man's life revealed a plan
Of hope of healing for every man.
For Him to die in this sad way
Seems I've only added to my own decay.
Who is this man? My fear dispel
Criminal or Christ, I cannot tell.
From what I've heard His deeds suggest
That of all men mortal He was the best.
But this only adds to my deed despair
That Christ He was, I cannot bear.
For all of time I shall remain
He who tortured Christ and inflicted pain.
But as He hung upon the cross
My troubled life counted not for loss.
This pierced man's voice has pierced me through
"Forgive them, Father, they know not what they do."
Upon mangled body my sins were laid
Not wasted life, but payment made.
How can this be? Yet it swells inside
My bonds were broke when for me He died.
Mercy poured out undeserved upon me,
This crucified prisoner has set me free.
You've removed my pain, cleansed my heart from fraud.
For surely this Man was the Son of God.
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