Question not, the look of him,
or judge the man of human skin,
For can you walk a narrow path,
and then throw stones, within the wrath,
For does not evil, pass your day,
or human voice, speak demon way,
For in each heart, a mark on man,
a broken tone in which we stand,
No courage shall we ever find,
without the love, of thee divine,
For Jesus died, upon the cross,
to kill the sin, in which we toss,
Shall his love be ever know,
a spoken word within the home,
For human love, he stretched his arms,
and left the devil not a charm,
Thorns were placed upon his head,
hands were nailed as he bleed,
Son of man, for we disgraced,
for it was us, of human face,
We had placed him on a cross,
and still he prayed for we were lost,
There we stood, we watched him die,
'they are lost' he still had cried,
For his mercy, we now weep,
it is us, our shepard keeps,
Now we weep, and beg of him,
to save our souls, and cleanse our sins!