The Only Thing Broken

The olive trees leaned close to him as Jesus bowed to pray

Savior, on His knees, was saying, "Father, have your way"

"I want this cup to pass from me" in agony He moaned

But His brokenness had to be, for He had always known

The suffering of the cross lay before Him

His blood would be demanded to pay the price for sin

He was bruised, He was scourged

He was crushed beyond belief

Sent to die for our shame

Bear the weight of all our grief

As the prophets prophesied

He was beaten and so marred

But the only thing broken

The only thing broken was His heart

Pilate gave the verdict, then He washed His hands

Jesus would be crucified to quiet their demands

On the cross, they lifted up

His body racked with pain

He was reviled, he was rebuked

They cursed and mocked His name

Greater than the anguish of His body that day

Was the sorrow deep in His eyes as the Father turned away

He was bruised, He was scourged

He was crushed beyond belief

Sent to die for our shame

Bear the weight of all our grief

As the prophets prophesied

He was beaten and so marred

But the only thing broken

The only thing broken was His heart

He was bruised, He was scourged

He was crushed beyond belief

Sent to die for our shame

Bear the weight of all our grief

As the prophets prophesied

He was beaten and so marred

But the only thing broken

But the only thing broken

Was His heart