How can you say God doesn't care,
When nails were driven through His wrists bared?
How can you say God doesn't see,
When He looked on us with bleeding mercy?
How can you say God doesn't hear,
When at the cross He held us dear?
How can you say God doesn't move,
When He cried to have our sins removed?
How can you say God doesn't feel,
When He was whipped for us with iron and steel?
How can you say God doesn't love,
When Jesus lived to die for love?
When nails were driven through His wrists bared?
How can you say God doesn't see,
When He looked on us with bleeding mercy?
How can you say God doesn't hear,
When at the cross He held us dear?
How can you say God doesn't move,
When He cried to have our sins removed?
How can you say God doesn't feel,
When He was whipped for us with iron and steel?
How can you say God doesn't love,
When Jesus lived to die for love?
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