I say look to the crucified Jesus.
Look to the old rugged cross.
Look to the old rugged cross.
By every thorn that punctured His brow.
By every mark of the back lacerating scourge.
By every bruise which heavy fists made upon His head.
By all the spit that landed on his face.
By every drop of sinless blood that fell to the ground.
By every breath of pain which Jesus drew upon the cross.
By every breath of pain which Jesus drew upon the cross.
God said, I love you.
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