Luyện nghe bài hát Scorn

Acidic words and words of
"Can't himself, what a waste!"
of scorn on open wounds hurled at Christ before the tomb.
Verbal stones increase the pain, words pound the nails in his veins.
kind of person would mock the man on his death bed, blood stained hands.
Forgiving words and of life.
Paint on the of sacrifice.
A prayer of forgiveness he for me,
his blood spilled out to set us free.
Broke his body, kill his soul.
"Into you hands I let my go."
days later he rose again.
Christ from the dead!
Mocked Scorn Death

In his no anger did he vent.
is why he came, why he was sent,
to give his life on Calvary to a little wretch like me.
Broke his body, couldn't his soul.
"Into you I let my spirit go."
Three later he rose again.
Christ resurrected the dead!