Isaias 53

He was captured
Because of my fault
Whipped and humiliated
There was no beauty left in his face
His body marked
By my sin
Blood dripping from his wounds
And no cry of pain came from his mouth

What man is this?
I've never seen anyone like him
Who in his pain only thought of me
His clothes torn off
Thorns tearing
His flesh
He only thought of me

The King was crowned
With despised royalty
Thorns he wore
And took a cross
As a throne
Only out of love
Only out of love

The King was crowned
With despised royalty
Thorns he wore
And took a cross
As a throne
Only out of love
Only out of love

Everything he did was out of love
Everything he did was out of love