Believe

How can I explain something not of this world A man hung between two thieves Blood dripping from His hands and brow Pulling with His nailed wrists for each breath People spit on Him and mocked His name This was a man that came to die for me (chorus) You can believe it or not You can say that it's a myth You can trust and obey or You can say He doesn't exist But I know He came and died and shed His blood on a tree And three days later He arose and set me free Three crosses on a hill, dark clouds in the sky Tear falls to the ground from His mother's eye Hanging in innocence as His Father watched Him die Three days later the stone was rolled away Breath came to His words as He arose alive The sinner's debt did He pay with His death After His truth was told it wasn't the same Jesus Christ was this Lamb's name