Jesus on the cross, made a curse but blessed as He was dying
As He said to the women looking up to Him behold your son
The devil couldn't get in with his plans and lying
His pieced hands would still go on
to abundantly bless,
His crown of thorns renew a mind that was a total mess
His pieced feet with that one nail for us to walk and worship always
To take up your cross and send Satan two ways
To heal us from head to foot to take us all in
Jesus Christ the Son of God made a curse for our sin