How prone we are
To forget your sacrifice
When you took all sin
And paid the ultimate price
We continue to lie
And cheat and steal
Ignoring the fact
That you are real
To think that you
Would become a child
A king at heart
So meek and so mild
That you, oh Lord
Would bare the pain
Of a lashing whip
While held in chains
That you, oh Father
Would carry the cross
And redeem our souls
We are at a loss
So please, dear Lord
Take my broken soul
Wrap it in white linen
And make it whole
