Text Box: Behold Him standing, Creator and Lord, Before man’s judgment, amid the fierce horde. Clad in a white robe, the Lamb, gentle, meek, Jeered a fool and freak. For all my malice, for my willful sin, The soldiers scourge Him, slash His tender skin. Streams of Sacred Blood, profusely flowing,God’s grace bestowing.

Vain glory and pride,

sought by selfish men,

Pierce His Head with thorns,

as men toy with sin.

Dressed in purple robes,

sceptered with a reed.
Mercy He does plead..

 

Let my heart of stone,

smitten be with grief,

O my sweet Jesus,

cure my unbelief.

I’m sorry, Jesus,

for offending You.

My God, I love You.

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