What a burden you chose to carry, what a load of Sin.
Without my burden, you rode on a donkey, with mine and the whole world's upon you, you decided walking on your feet was better.
What manner of man are you? You saw us kill you, yet you allowed it, for you, anything will do, just as long as it'll please the Father.
The bruises and the stripes alone was good enough, if it was just about the shedding of blood, you gave it in good quantity through the torture suffered in the hands of the Roman soldiers, you really did not need to die.
This was more, this was great, in fact, "Greater love than this no man can give". You paid it all, you laid your life, you paid the ultimate price that I might live.
Rejected and abandoned, yet all you saw was me.
Disgraced, crucified and killed for a crime you had no hand in, yet all you saw was the…