They mocked Him as He hung there,
Not knowing who He was.
They laughed as He slowly died,
Not yet realizing why.
For who could understand His message,
And who there could have known?
That the Lord of all creation,
Had His mercy shown.
He had no divine glory,
That human eyes could see.
Why should they believe,
That His wounds ransomed me.
And as I listen to the mockers,
Crying out against Him.
I am ashamed to hear my own voice,
Shouting out among them.