Where is my Lord' Please let me know.
I hear His name. Oh, where must he go'
What has he done to cause you pain'
What trouble could he be in,
the one man whose free from sin'
Is he alone, is he afraid'
Why have they crowded this place'
I can't even see his face.
Oh, God, won't you show him some grace'

They tore his clothes, they crowned him with thorns
they whipped him so hard, right down to the bone
Oh, God, why are they laughing'
And how can they spit upon him'
And why is he letting them'
Oh, Jesus, won't you do something'
Why is there nothing you say'
Don't let them take you away.
Please, I need you to stay.

They've laid the cross, they're holding him down,
they're pounding the nails. I can't bear the sound.
Oh God, why are they shouting,
"Crucify him, oh crucify him!"
Oh Lord, why are you dying'
I've seen all that you've done,
aren't you the chosen one'
Oh God, won't you save your son'

It is finished. Behold, the lamb of God.