Why drive gentle Jesus to His knees,
A crumbling bleeding mess.
Why thrust the dagger in so deep,
Then twist it in His chest.
Where does man get all this fury,
This bitter angry hate,
Why can't it be stopped
Why doesn't it abate.
Who can stop them in their tracks,
Defeat the cruel enemy,
Melt the harsh, the cold, the pride
And quell the enmity.
What has that much strength
What has that much power,
What can melt the heart of man
And make him meekly cower.
Only a weak slaughtered lamb could suffice,
The shedding of His precious blood,
Can defeat the dominion of raging sin
And terminate the seething flood.
If we discover and confess our part in this,
Then new life He will impart,
As His grace covers all our sin,
We receive His tender heart.
