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In the heat of the early morning
On a hill they call the Skull
The roaring of the angry mob had settled to a lull
All eyes were cast upon the man hands and bound
They saw him cry in they the hammer pound
watched the thorns with which His was crowned
They watched the bloody of wood be dropped into the ground
The for His clothes, they watched them win and lose
They saw the above His head that said "King of the Jews"
And the sky black as the night
(It is finished) And the people scattered in fright
The had been done, redemption had been won
The war was without a fight
It is finished
They His face for anger, for vengeance in His stare
Instead of eyes that with hate a of love was there
He for their forgiveness and bowed His battered head
And no one knew the meaning of the words He said
The provision has been made
The foundation has been laid
He the ransom due and the veil in two
And opened up the way for me and you
It is finished
On a hill they call the Skull
The roaring of the angry mob had settled to a lull
All eyes were cast upon the man hands and bound
They saw him cry in they the hammer pound
watched the thorns with which His was crowned
They watched the bloody of wood be dropped into the ground
The for His clothes, they watched them win and lose
They saw the above His head that said "King of the Jews"
And the sky black as the night
(It is finished) And the people scattered in fright
The had been done, redemption had been won
The war was without a fight
It is finished
They His face for anger, for vengeance in His stare
Instead of eyes that with hate a of love was there
He for their forgiveness and bowed His battered head
And no one knew the meaning of the words He said
The provision has been made
The foundation has been laid
He the ransom due and the veil in two
And opened up the way for me and you
It is finished
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