Ten Thousand Angels

They bound the hands of Jesus in the garden where he prayed
They led him thru the streets in shame
They spat upon the savior so pure and free from sin
They said, «crucify him: he’s to blame
He could have called ten thousand angels
To destroy the world and set him free
He could have called ten thousand angels
But he died alone, for you and me
Upon his precious head they placed a crown of thorns
They laughed and said, «Behold the king»
They struck him and they cursed him and mocked his holy name
All alone he suffered everything