He was beaten
What was He thinking
He didn't even look like a man
He was mocked
He was spat upon
He joints were torn apart
What was He thinking
He could have called down angels
Ten thousand or more
He could have come as a King
What was He thinking
When the pain became too much
When His father could no longer look upon Him
All of my sin was on Him
His love for me caused Him to stay
What was He thinking
He thought of me!
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