I’ll never know how much it cost
To see my sins upon that cross.
To bear the weight of iniquity,
To relinquish life for all to see.

I’ll never know how hard he prayed
To beg for mercy from the pain;
Never understand the reason he gave
His life for all the world to save.

His heart was pure, his paths were bright,
He taught us all to do what’s right.
His gentle touch could heal the sick,
Yet he was called a hypocrite.

He willingly chose to take the cross,
Shedding tears for the lost.
His death was meant to show disgrace,
But only beauty flowed from that place.

And in it all he truly shared
Just how much he really cares.
I hope you’ve gained something from this lesson,
But now arises a simple question-

Would you be willing to take his place,
To wipe the tears from his face,
To take the nails from his hands,
To take the place of this man?

Would you be able to give your life,
To save the world from all its strife?
The answer isn’t so simple you know,
Am I able to answer it? I’ll never know...