| «Father, forgive them», I heard You faintly say
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| Still, in my heart I feel so guilty
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| I know the truth is the debt was mine to pay
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| How could it be right that it happened this way
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| A fallen and sinful life I was leading
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| Now, why is Your body torn and bleeding?
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| It should’ve been my hands where the nails were
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| It should’ve been
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| It should’ve been my feet where the nails were
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| It should’ve been
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| It should’ve been my side that was opened
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| My heart that was broken
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| It should’ve been my hands
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| It should’ve been my feet where the nails were
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| At times I am tempted to overlook Your grace
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| Thinking I’m worth the love You’ve given
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| I walk like I’m earning the right to run the race
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| Somehow forgetting You died in my place
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| Still isn’t long before I’ve stumbled
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| One look at the cross and I am humbled
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| It should’ve been my hands where the nails were
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| It should’ve been
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| It should’ve been my feet where the nails were
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| It should’ve been
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| It should’ve been my side that was opened
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| My heart that was broken
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| It should’ve been my hands
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| It should’ve been my feet
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| It should’ve been my hands where the nails were
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| It should’ve been
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| It should’ve been my feet where the nails were
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| It should’ve been
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| It should’ve been my side that was opened
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| My heart that was broken
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| But it was Your hands
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| Yes, it was Your feet
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| It was Your blessed hands
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| It was Your precious feet
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| It should’ve been my hands
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| It should’ve been my feet where the nails were |