Oh, the perfect Son of God
In all His innocence
Here walking in the dirt with you and me
He knows what living is
He's acquainted with our grief
Man of sorrows and Son of suffering
Blood and tears
How can it be?
There's a God who weeps
There's a God who bleeds
Oh, praise the One
Who had reached for me
Hallelujah
To the Son of suffering
Some imagine You
Are distant and removed
But You chased us down in merciful pursuit
To the sinner, You were grace
And the brokеn You embraced
And in the еnd, the proof is in Your wounds
Oh, in the end, the proof is in Your wounds
And blood and tears
How can it be?
There's a God who weeps
There's a God who bleeds
Oh, praise the One
Who had reached for me
Hallelujah
To the Son of suffering
Your cross, my freedom
