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From high in heaven, holy eyes were watching This is My Son whose flesh you’ve torn.
The brutal scene now acted out below (Don’t you know, don’t you see, don’t you care)
The mob that mocked and beat a sinless Savior This is My Son you’ve crowned with thorns,
God saw their angry faces as they cursed Him (Even though…I could save…even though)
And placed a crown of thorns upon His head Though I could rescue Him from pain
And as He watched the wretched ones who hurt Him, I choose to let Him die for you
BRIDGE [All]
CHORUS [All] Don’t you know this is His body and blood
This is My Son whose flesh you’ve torn. Given for what you have done
This is My Son you’ve crowned with thorns, Don’t you know this is the One whom I love
Though I could rescue Him from pain This is My Son whose flesh you’ve torn.
I choose to let Him die for you This is My Son you’ve crowned with thorns,
My precious Child,
God saw them put the cross upon His shoulders Though I could save Him from this shame,
And lead Him through the cruel and crowded streets, Though I could rescue Him from pain
And as His Son climbed up the hill before Him, I choose to let Him die for you