Man of Sorrows

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Lord, my Lord It makes me sick inside To know the tears You cried Lord, my sweet Lord Look what they did to You Isaiah's words was true They stripped You naked As the day that You were born And then they laughed at You And spit into Your face Your body bleeding From the whippings and the beatings As they led You to that crucifying place You were the man, man of sorrows And I believe You're the man You're the man, You're the man You're the man of tomorrow Knock, knocking at my door Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Jesus, my Jesus There was no resting place For one so full of grace Jesus, oh, my Jesus It's just too much to feel Your suffering was real As you were hanging from the nails They still railed on You Hurled abuse at You To come down from the cross When it was done, the sun eclipsed The rocks they trampled Graves were opened Through the city dead men walked Truly, truly, Lord You are the Son of God