Head bent low, from the dust, I cry
tears spilling over from guilty eyes
The cross I deserve from my wicked ways
burdens my back, as my head hangs.

The consequence of my sinful flesh,
the crime to be paid, this degrading death
And every desire I had every chased
is exposed to the world,
in naked disgrace.

And every time the hammer swings,
it may as well been my hand that brings
my condemnation, for I craved
to indulge the flesh with my sinful ways.

Breath comes in rasps, and oh! the pain,
the ground below is crimson stained,
with my last breath, I call for Him
surrender mingled desperation.

And heaven's skies are opened up,
to crimson tears, as down they drop
they cover me, my sins erased
love and sorrow, saving grace.

Purified with another's blood,
expression of amazing love,
for when he died upon that tree,
he took the penalty meant for me.