Man of Sorrows

Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 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 Yeah, yeah Yeah 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- Darrell Brown
- David Batteau