He was beaten for me
As the whip was coming down
Stepped in front of me.
39 times this happened before anyone noticed it wasn't me being whipped.
They made Him carry a cross, because
Was beaten instead of me.
The people hit His face because He saved me.
As His cross was dropped in the hole they dug
To His father. And then that day He died.
Before He died,
Picked up my cross and walked the same road He had. People
Mocked me for I had
To do this.
But when I reached the top
Was set on a cross.
He turned His head to look at me, and without a word
I was never forced to follow Him up that road.
He took the punishment for me.
What more could I do
Him up that path.
He saved my life so I gave up mine.
My life is His and His way is mine.