Behold the man upon the cross, my sin upon his shoulder,
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers,
It was my sin that held him there until it was accomplished,
His dying breath has brought me life, I know that it is finished.
From "How Deep the Father's Love for Us" by Stuart Townsend
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