I asked Him how much
He cried drops of blood
I asked Him how much
He silently took a beating
I asked Him how much
Stripes upon stripes He bore
I asked Him how much
He marched up a hill
I asked Him how much
He stretched out His arms
I asked Him how much
His side was pierced
I asked Him how much
He bowed His head
I asked Him how much
His gaze loving, intense
He said, “Son,
I’d do it again”
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