Narrative:
I had never known pain like I felt on that cross. In the darkest moment I cried out to my father, my God, my God, why have you forsaken me! Yet I was not alone in my suffering. As my mother stood before me and gazed upon her son, it was she who also suffered.
Is this the boy I raised
Is this the son I knew
Is this the one I loved
Why can't they love Him too
What has my son ever done to you
Has he caused you some pain
As I recall all He's shown is love
Why can't you show Him the same
This is the boy I raised (this is the boy I raised)
This is the son I knew (this is the son I knew)
This is the one I've loved (this is the one I've loved)
Why can't they love Him too
Oh what can I do, my son
Why can't they see what I know
Is this the way it must be
Is this the way you must go (is this the way you must go)
I'd gladly die in your place
If I could save you some pain
But I can see in your face
My death would not be the same
You are the boy I raised
You are the son I knew
You are the one I've loved
Why can't they love You too
