Man of Sorrows

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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

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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

You were the man, man of sorrows
And I believe You're the man, You're the man
You're the man, man of tomorrow
Knock, knocking at my door

Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise You so
And let Your red blood flow
The pleasure prospered in His hand
When You died at love's command

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You are the man, man of sorrows
And I believe You're the man, You're the man
You're the man, the man of tomorrows
Knocking at my door

Man of sorrows
And I believe You're the man
You're the man, You're the man
You're the man of tomorrows
Knocking at my door

Knocking at my door, Jesus
Knocking at my door
You're knocking at my door, Jesus

You're the man of sorrows
You're the man of tomorrow, Jesus
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