They beat Your brow
They mocked Your name
Creation spit in the Creator's face
They took those hands that hold this world
And pierced them through with condemnation's nails
O what kind of love is this?
That chose to die a sinner's death
How sacred
How selfless
How precious
The blood, the blood, the blood
So gracious
It's outrageous
King Jesus
Your love, Your love, Your love
And though we did not drive those nails
It was our sin that held You in that place
But all the blood upon our hands
Is cancelled by the priceless blood You bled
O what kind of love is this? -
You took our place and paid our debt
What can wash away my sin?
The blood, the blood, the blood
The blood, the blood, the blood
What can make me whole again?
Your love, Your love, Your love
Your love, Your love, Your love
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