When Pilot washed his hands, said I find no
Fault in him, the devil and his crowd felt their
Efforts caving in, they whispered in each ear
Shout Barabbas to be saved, when Pilot asked
Of Jesus, crucify him, cried the crowd that day
When the words filled the air "Let his blood be
Upon me" all of hell rejoiced, with the taste
Of victory, they roared when the soldiers hit him
On the head, the blind folded lamb, stood silent
On that day, for this purpose he had come to
Earth, reconciling God and man
They screamed with glee, at each stripe that
Tore into his back, they chanted and cheered
Seeing the beard torn from his flesh
Mocked and spewed hate, as the guards
Spat up on his face
They cheered, when the crown of thorns
Was pushed into his head, watching the blood
Run down his face, gave all of hell a thrill
They were shouting victory, each step up Calvary's
Hill
They chanted and danced about, as nails
Were hammered through his hands and feet
When the cross was lifted up and they
Saw his agony, their joy was near complete
And hell prepared to celebrate
Forgive them was his plea as he hung upon
That rugged tree, he gave an invitation to a
Thief that day, prayed his Father receive his
Spirit, cried it's finished, as he breathed his
Final breath
Hell began to party, as his body was entombed
Never again would this Jesus, spoil their evil
Plans, to kill, steal and destroy, Gods beloved
Man, "Oh" but on the third day, hell began to
Shake
Salvation had risen, alive for ever more
Hell's victory was destroyed for those who
Choose the LORD, the devil he's still
Fighting, to snare you in his trap, put your
Faith in Jesus friend, and never, ever look back.
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