

The cross is so very heavy,
as I carry it down the way;
I know I'll see the light,
at the end of my dismay.
Father, I need your strength,
this is what I pray;
I see a hill up ahead,
but it seems so far away.
I need time with you,
I can't do this alone;
They spit, they beat,
this body wants to moan.
It is a crown of thorns,
embedded deep in my brow;
I must keep going on,
for life depends on Me, somehow.
The pain is so deep,
as the nails are driven in;
My flesh is torn away,
for all deep within sin.
It's agony that I feel,
for they know not what they do;
Soon it will be over,
soon it will be through.
I love you so much,
don't you understand?
I underwent the agony
for you to withstand.
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