Good Friday

He was perfect, a completely innocent man
Without one blemish on his soul
He was a King, he was THE King
Yet they did not see

They beat Him
They mocked Him
They spit on Him
They crucified Him

He was perfect, a completely innocent man
He could have stopped it
He could have changed it
And He chose not too

I beat Him
I mocked Him
I spit on Him
I crucified Him

He was perfect, a completely innocent man
He sacrificed his life for me, for you, for us
He took all our iniquities upon him
He died...

So that we might live