Every time I think of Your goodness
It puts tears in my eyes
Though You were rich
You became poor and despised
How they mocked You
How they bruised You
How they beat You
And spat upon You
The beautiful injustice that they crucified my savior
The beautiful injustice that they crucified my savior
The angels stood amazed
While the Son of God whose robe once filled the temple
Was hanging there naked and ashamed
All for the sake of His people