I Killed Jesus.
I killed Jesus
But He loves me
I broke His heart
But He's healing mine
I hurt Him so
Yet He comforts me
I knocked Him down
Yet He helps me stand up
I killed Jesus
But He loves me
I scourged Him
But He soothes my wounds
I slapped Him
Across the face
Yet He holds me
When I cry
I killed Jesus
But He loves me
Yes, I crucified Him
But He died for me.
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