Jerusalem on a dusty road
An innocent man condemned to death
Bore a cross on His shoulders
They didn't know
Down the Via Dolorosa, He staggered in agony
As He looked upon the hatred in the eyes of His own seed
They didn't know
They didn't know He was enduring this for them
So they could live forever more in paradise with Him
They didn't know one day they'd sing His praise
With fear and trembling
They didn't recognize the King that kings call King
He didn't have to die for me
He could have just set Himself free
He could have come down from the cross at
Calvary
But instead He was wounded for our transgressions
And He was bruised for our iniquities
And by His stripes we are healed
Oh, what an awesome price He paid for me
They hung Him high and stretched Him wide
They nailed His hands and feet
And pierced Him in the side
They didn't know
Look at my Saviour hanging there
Suffering
Bleeding
Dying for me and you
But Jesus never said a mumbling word but
Father they know not what they do
And He bowed His head, hung His head and He died
For the sins of the world
He bowed His head and He died
Bowed His head, hung His head and He died
My Jesus
Bowed His head, hung His head and He died
But on the third day
On the third day
On the third day
Jesus rose
He rose, He rose, He rose, He rose, Jesus rose
Victoriously
Triumphantly
With authority
He rose
He rose
He rose
He rose