Kneeling in that garden, death before him
From his brow the sweat dripped crimson red
And in that place he felt so God forsaken
But "Father not my will but Yours" he said
And with that kiss of death he met betrayal
And trial for these crimes he did not do
But willingly he suffered there in silence
Its eternal worth outweighed the pain he knew

The crowd cried for a murderer "release him"
Replaced him with this man of innocence
But still his worthy plea remained unspoken
At last my pure Lord was sentenced death
And walking up that hill his heart was broken
With torture such my body never knew
But still he kept on walking right towards
The pain that sealed the gift for me and you

Those nails that drove into his hands of freedom
That locked him to the cross of pain he knew
Were crafted by the sins I have committed
The punishment for all that I would do
And how his body on that cross was broken
That crown of thorns that pierced his head so pure
In those dying breaths he breathed forgiveness
The sting of death at last would meet its cure.

Darkness fell upon the land for hours
And mocking insults all around him flew
Until at last his voice cried up in anguish
The curtain in the temple ripped in two
And limp his body hung for my salvation
And in a grave so cold they laid his head
But when they did return they found him risen
Returned to life again just as he said