As I sat across the bench in the church,
I looked up at the cross above
Staring at the guy
who died for my Sins.
I see his crown made of thorns,
I see the blood stains on his body,
I see the whip lashes he suffered
Yet he never complained to me,
for making him suffer.
No man can ever do this,
And that's why
He is called JESUS,
The Lamb of Love
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