| He heard a thousand mothers weep
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| For sons they’d never find.
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| The pain of dads who cannot sleep;
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| Then He bowed His head and died
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| He saw the brokenness of war;
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| The tears of last goodbyes.
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| He saw the lives all torn apart;
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| Then He bowed His head and died.
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| He felt the weight of prisoners chains.
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| He heard their cries at night.
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| He felt the lash of every whip;
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| Then He bowed His head and died.
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| He felt the pain of broken homes.
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| He heard their children cry.
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| Oh, He saw despair and hopelessness;
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| Then He bowed His head and died.
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| From Eden to Golgothas hill
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| All across the sands of time.
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| Came love just to buy back fallen man
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| God’s Son would have to die;
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| Yes, To die…
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| A SHOUT split history in two
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| And it echoed through the skies.
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| Oh, The Father, the Father heard,
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| Thy will tis done!
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| Then He bowed His head and died!
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| All heaven heard, Thy will tis done!
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| Then He bowed His head and died. |