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I want pleasure in Your sight
I want to subscribe to Your delight
So hold on and see what I do for You
Oh by the way, did you see me dressed in my beautiful robe?
My head was bleeding so red
But of all the thorns in my crown, the roses blended
Instead with my beautiful robe carries on, I'll carry on
I cut down a tree said, "Man would you look at me"
I stuck my head in a thorn bush
Man I was deceived
Oh my brother, your hands are full of sores
But God bless you brother, my nails are longer than yours
I was crucified with Christ but how come I'm not dead
God gave me a cross but I made my own instead
My beautiful cross carries on, I'll carry on
I cut down a tree
I nailed myself to the wood
I screamed in agony
'Cause the glory wasn't so good
I fell to my knees and I remember
The words of God pierced so hard, "Your righteousness is like filthy rags"
And I fell to my knees and said, "God my filthy robe"