Humble God crucified in weakness How can I speak this A love bruised for me Wine spilled out Why this wasted life How can a God be broken Torn up on a tree
My cup you drank My cup you drank You did not give me up to death
You bent down You walked among the broken Forgiveness was spoke the price was your crown
He was pierced Our punishment upon him A lamb lead to the slaughter By his wound we are healed