How cruel the crown of bitter thorns
The soldiers shoved upon Your head
How blasphemous and foolish they
Who mocked and laughed as blood flowed red
And when You groaned in agony
As the lash ripped to the bone
Did the soldiers feel excitement
Were their hearts as hard as stone
When the soldiers bashed the hammers
On the nails repeatedly
Which tore right through Your hands and feet
Did they do so laughingly
Did any of the blood they shed
Spill onto them that dreadful day
And if so, did the soldiers curse
And wash Your precious blood away
And when a soldier took a spear
And pierced it deeply in Your side
To find You were already dead
Did he think his work justified
But one soldier standing near You
Heard Your cry and saw You die
And realized You ‘re the Son of God
Did he repent then, did he cry
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