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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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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