In My Eyes

Head down, hands together, I began to

say a prayer.

For a man who was pushed and beaten

to me it wasn't fair.

The way they forced him to his knees,

the pain that was painted upon his face.

Oh Lord how I've slept wishing that I

could take your place.

The way you were whipped and lashed

as you carried the cross upon your back.

The way I see it more clearly, it was

a cowardly attack.

Oh the crown of thorns upon your head 

in which pierced your skin.

How you must of felt abandoned, not I

spoke as your friend.

The tears of blood in which you cried, the

tears you cried for me.

Unendless pain in which you endured

just to set me free.

Nailed to that cross you said "forgive them" 

father they know not what they do.

Well Lord for just this once I have

to disagree with you.