Song Lyrics
I won t ask him why we die, and so he took the form of wretched man they called him jesus
I close my eyes and see him, i need you to imagine how they whipped him Holy, i ll be spending all my time
I would love to pick his brain, that caused this awful treatment V., that caused this awful treatment
But one day i m going to meet him, he knew that no one else could save the world
You didn t have to do it, how could i not cry holy, i need you to imagine how they whipped him
So you came and took my place, it was my own complete sin, and so he took the form of wretched man they called him jesus
And when i do see jesus, it was my own complete sin, how they beat him they opened up his back with every lash and tore off pieces
I will cry a million tears, the place he stood was slick from all the blood that he was bleeding
And when i do see jesus, someone had to die for sin, i ll be free then
the place he stood was slick from all the blood that he was bleeding
I won t ask him why we die, someone had to die for sin Holy, and so he took the form of wretched man they called him jesus
And so he took the form of wretched man they called him jesus, they need him Rose, but one day i m going to meet him
It was my own complete sin, he knew that no one else could save the world, i ll fall on my face when i see him
All of his life depleted, and when i do see jesus
He could have stayed right there as if he was defeated, they need him, and when i do see jesus
How could i not cry holy, how they beat him they opened up his back with every lash and tore off pieces Cry, so you came and took my place
and when i do see jesus
I close my eyes and see him, hanging upon a tree with nails put through his hands and feet and
And when i do see jesus, how they beat him they opened up his back with every lash and tore off pieces Holy, you didn t have to do it
it was my own complete sin
i won t ask him why we die
he could have stayed right there as if he was defeated
I ll join the angels singing what they have sung a million years, and so he took the form of wretched man they called him jesus Holy, i won t ask him why we die
because of my constant treason
i would love to pick his brain
like how d it feel to die and live again but i ll be too busy crying holy
And so he took the form of wretched man they called him jesus, the place he stood was slick from all the blood that he was bleeding