They trade for thirty pieces of silver
Abused by the people He loved
Rejected by his own disciples
I know he still loved them because
I've heard Him say farther forgive them
Jesus was looking down on me
I'm an old roman soldier
I stood at the foot of the tree
In his eyes I saw His compassion
on His cheeks the tracks of His years
On His back the stripes that He suffered
And His side the wound from my spear

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