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I can imagine His nailed hands and feet The crown of thorns on His head piercing deep
And I can almost hear Him lovingly speak, “Father forgive them.”
I can imagine the dark of the sky while His dear mother with tears in her eyes
Watches her precious Son as He slowly dies “Father forgive them.
They know not what they do - they know not what they do”

I can see the soldier stand with his sword ready to pierce the side of the blessed Lord.
And I can almost see the blood as it poured “Father forgive them"

Chorus: And after all that He did, after all that He said
After healing their pain, they put thorns on His head.
They beat Him, despised, spit upon His sweet face.
Then they stood up and cheered. As He died in their place.
If we were there, would we realize that we were the reason for the pain in His eyes
Would we see Him dying for us and would we lay humbly crying at the foot of the cross

Do we really think we’re better than they how often do we sin against Him each day
Guilty just as the soldier raising his blade “Father forgive them.
They know not what they do - they know not what they do.” Chorus
To run on through His pain was an everlasting love
He left His power and reign to pay for our sin with His blood Chorus

He willingly died there for us. We are forgiven at the foot of the cross.