I lay awake for hours, God is on my mind
a thousand thoughts all scrambled
all are intertwined
thoughts of God oh so great
thoughts of what should have been my fate
We talk about Jesus but do we truly see
the full measure of what He took upon thee?
Close your eyes, can you hear the taunting?
treating Him like he was nothing
Close your eyes, can you feel the pain?
As they slash Him with that whip again
Each time I think of my sin
in my mind I see Him
in my heart I am shamed
I am the reason for His pain
Now He comes to the cross
all that precious blood
because of me He lost
nails and thorns plain to see
pierces Jesus body
it should not be Him, it should be me
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