He stood by a crowd who would soon decide,
If life or death would pay for all the cost,
He would become the groom and we the bride,
So that one day we would not bear the loss.
The burdens that he carried made him trip,
As he walked to the hill where he would die,
The crowds would spit and soldiers would him whip,
But soon his spirit would be in the sky.
When we believe in Jesus, count the cost,
And be to every ear and every eye,
A witness of the Gospel to the lost,
So when they see our passion and ask why,
We can lead them to Jesus and the Cross
And never again will anyone be lost.
