For thirty coins, Judas was paid,
In olive’s shade his plan was made.
With gentle kiss, he gave the sign,
They took the Lord, the Son divine.
Though sinless, Jesus stood accused,
The crowd cried out; the truth refused.
Pilate washed hands to hide his shame,
“I’m not to blame for this man’s pain.”
His word fulfills all prophecy.
The skies proclaim His victory,
The grave could never keep Him still,
His purpose stands, His Father's will.
Though Pilate knew He did no wrong,
The crowd was loud, their will was strong.
They chose a thief to set him free,
While Jesus faced His destiny.
They whipped His back, the pain was deep,
He bore it all but did not weep.
He prayed, “Dear Father, please forgive,
For they don’t know the love You give.”
His word fulfills all prophecy.
The skies proclaim His victory,
The grave could never keep Him still,
His purpose stands, His Father's will.
The crown of thorns, His royal sign,
Proclaims His love, both yours and mine.
Between two thieves He hung in pain,
So souls like ours could live again.
He spoke of love till final breath,
And conquered life through facing death.
In agony, His eyes still shone,
To lead the lost back to His throne.
His word fulfills all prophecy.
The skies proclaim His victory,
The grave could never keep Him still,
His purpose stands, His Father's will.
The earth now waits for hearts to see,
The depths of what His pain would be.
For love that strong can never fade,
The perfect price our Savior paid.
So let us pause and truly know,
What made His holy mercy flow.
He died for all, yet lives again,
To wash the world from every stain.
His word fulfills all prophecy.
The skies proclaim His victory,
The grave could never keep Him still,
His purpose stands, His Father's will.
He rose to life, the stone was gone,
His light still shines, forever strong.
Through grace we stand, by faith restored,
We live redeemed through Christ our Lord.
His word fulfills all prophecy.
The skies proclaim His victory,
The grave could never keep Him still,
His purpose stands, His Father's will.
His word fulfills all prophecy.
The skies proclaim His victory,
The grave could never keep Him still,
His purpose stands, His Father's will.
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