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Can you imagine it?
Hangin there bleedin to death
Wheezin for breath Your stomach hurts cause You got beat in the chest!
You're all bloody from Your feet to Your head!
From the look of things You think You'd be dead!
But You not cause You gotta finish the work
Every second's like a minute every minute it hurts
You're screamin in pain "Oh God!" Screamin His name!
"Why have You forsaken Me? This is the reason I came!"
You cryin inside but you can't cry from Your eyes
Cause Your face is so swollen it's drivin You blind
Your back aches! Cause pressure is applied to Your spine
When You press up on Your feet cause You tryin to climb
Up the cross just to get a gasp of air
And meanwhile everybody laughs and cheers
It's only been ten minutes but it feels like half a year
The Roman soldiers grab and tear at your clothes
Leavin Your private exposed humiliated is how You died for the Throne!
And they witness at the sight of Your death
And they watch You as You fightin for breath!
Every insult feels like a knife thru Your chest
And blood comes down Your neck from the spikes in Your head
The crown of thorns! Somebody sound the horn!
Cause the curtain from the temple yo they found it torn!
That means SALVATION'S FREE!
He paid the fee I once was blind but now He made me see
I went from pee-wee to playin in the major leagues
The temple was destroyed in 1 day but raised in 3

Can you imagine it?
Gettin hit in the jaw with people standin over You
Yellin "PICK UP THE CROSS!"
They take a stick and strike You over the head
Over and over and over again
They beat You down they smile when they see You frown
They spit in Your face and laugh as You bleed in the ground
You try to get up but You can barely walk
So they force another man to carry the cross!
You've been condemned
All You did is give to men You lived for them
But they would rather live for sin
You never fought back but You get whipped again!
So hard that it rips Your skin
Betrayed by the kiss of a friend
Slain by the fists of men!
On a scale from 1 to 5 the pain gets a 10
But You haven't even felt the half!
Felt the wrath until You feel the cross rub up against Your back
Thoughts of life and death are runnin through Your mind
The splinters from the wood are runnin through Your spine
This is worse than any story in the New York Times
They found You guilty and never even knew Your crime!
Every woman and man is there they stand and stare
And watch as You hang like a chandelier
Can You bear the nails in both Your legs?
Both Your arms? Even though You know they're wrong?
Can you imagine it? That's why I wrote this song
You can laugh but it's you that the joke is on!

They drove nails through His hands
You could see the blood squirt
Now i know what they mean when they say that love hurts
Imagine torture! Only this is much worse!
Just the thought of it makes me wanna hit the ground and hug dirt!
Why'd He do it for me? I wouldn't have done it for Him
I'm not a righteous man matter of fact I'm nothing but sin!
I'm not clean I got dirt stuck to my skin
And it's like I'm proud of it so I cuss and I grin
I said "I HATE YOU!" and He told me that He loved me
I stabbed Him in His back and He turned around and hugged me
They beat Him when instead they should have mugged me!
Shoulda left me on the cross and watch the blood leak
My tongue speaks all I do is curse and lie
That's why I deserve to die Go to Hell!
Man I should be the first to fry!
But they gave Him the blame like He was worse than I
Worse than he! Worse than she! Straight up cold blooded murder in the first degree
You aint gotta go to church to believe!
Only cause you heard it from me!
Just close your eyes and think of the murderous scene!

Could you walk in His shoes?
Drink from His cup?
He opened up His arms like "I love you this much!"
Could you do what He did?
Die so that we live?
If you could then your name is Jesus