Flogged and falling,
He carried the heavy, rough, and splintered cross,
Sinner's lament, it was because of us.

Down I go into the abyss of shame, of darkness,
swearing I'll walk the righteous walk,
but come up short, only talk,
Lamb of Love and Patience, forgives,
Sinner's lament, it was because of us.

Pierced, His cries still reverberate in humanity's shadowy heart,
Crimson on purple, exhaustion, dehydration,
Sinner's lament, it was because of us.

Stars swirled in celestial restlessness,
Yet, His triumph that third morning,
among the lilies, the angels proclaimed,
gives us, the fallible, hope,
Sinner's rejoicing.