The Passion of Christ, the Lord our Savior,
The passionate wife and mother that kept his faith strong,
He died for our lives, to keep our minds in tact,
And he struggled to fight for every life on the map
Jesus Christ, the things Jesus Christ went through just to save us,
The pain and stress that he felt and went through just to make us,
What we are today, everyone out, callin his name,
Up in the air, filled with fear, lightning struck, and down poured the rain,
But lets start in the garden, it was later he died on the cross,
The agony at the Mount of Olives, the blood that he lost,
He had the weight of the world held up on his shoulders, heavy,
He was only 33 years old, but God said he was ready,
It was unbearing, sweat glands ruptured and blood vessels, they burst,
He needed water to drink, but no one would refill his thirst,
So he suffered, the jews beat him, and the Romans were next,
They hit him so hard, his skin became infused with the whips,
And then upon his head, they laid a crown full of thorns,
Mary could only sit and watch, as her only child was torn,
Up into pieces, tissue being ripped from every which limb,
Everyone laughed and pointed and just stared at him in sin
The Passion of Christ, the Lord our Savior,
The passionate wife and mother that kept his faith strong,
He died for our lives, to keep our minds in tact,
And he struggled to fight for every life on the map
They yelled "Crucify Him!", and made him carry his own death,
Up the hill, three times he fell, dirt and rocks enter into his flesh,
Pontious didn't think this was right, but its what the people wanted,
So he sentenced him to be crucified, the people they taunted,
Then they stripped him of his clothes, tied him down and started to hammer,
The nails straight in his hands, in his feet, hung like a banner,
The nerves that they hit, when the steaks went through his hands and feet,
Caused his nervous system to malfunction, the pain, excrutiating,
And he couldn't breathe, his lungs were filled with bloods and fluids,
Couldn't eat, sleep, see, or think, let alone to try and speak to us,
What kind of sick twisted minds would find this sight fun to see,
Then a Roman came up beside him and speared him into the,
Left side of his chest, 3 hours of continuous death and no less,
They let the pain go on until he was nothing but a bloody mess,
And at the end, Jesus let out one final cry to the Lord,
"My God, Why Have You Forskaken me" were his very last words
The Passion of Christ, the Lord our Savior,
The passionate wife and mother that kept his faith strong,
He died for our lives, to keep our minds in tact,
And he struggled to fight for every life on the map
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