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We rode into town the other day,
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Just me and my daddy.
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He said I’d finally reached the age
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And I could ride next to him on a horse
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That of course was not quite as wide
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We heard a crowd of people shouting,
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And so we stopped to find out why.
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There was that man that my dad said he loved
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But today there was fear in his eyes.
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So I said, "Daddy why are they screaming?
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Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
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Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe?
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I’ll bet that crown hurts him more than he shows.
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Daddy, please, can’t you do something?
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He looks as though he’s gonna cry.
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You said he was stronger than all of those guys.
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Daddy please tell me why,
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Why does everyone want him to die?”
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Later that day the sky grew cloudy
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And Daddy said I should go inside.
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Somehow he knew things could get stormy.
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Boy, was he right! But I could not keep from wonderin’
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If there was something he had to hide
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So after he left I had to find out.
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I was not afraid of getting lost.
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So I followed the crowds to a hill where I knew men had been killed,
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And I heard a voice call from the cross
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And he said, "Father why are they screaming?
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Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
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Why are they casting their lots for my robe?
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This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows.
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Father, please, can’t You do something?
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I know that You must hear my cry.
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I thought I could handle a cross of this size.
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Father remind me why, why does everyone want me to die
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Oh, when will I understand why?
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My precious Son, I hear them screaming,
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and I’m watching the face of the enemy beaming.
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But soon I will clothe You in robes of my own.
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Jesus, this hurts Me much more than You know.
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But this dark hour I must do nothing
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Though I’ve heard Your unbearable cry.
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The pow’r in Your blood destroys all of the lies.
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Soon You’ll see past their unmerciful eyes.
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Look there below, see the child
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Trembling by her father’s side.
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Now I can tell You why,
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She is why You must die.