Father Forgive Them
"Father, forgive them! " Christ cried out from the cross
They mocked His name and pierced His side, and yet He loved them, lost
He died for those who hated Him, beginning to the end
Because they need a savior, and He wants to be their friend.
Today they still are mocking what they cannot understand
And still their Savior beckons them to hearken to His plan
They laugh at me and call me names for living for the Son
But I just want to help them see the battle has been won.
Although they don't believe me, they will someday stand before
The God they fought against so hard, the God they called folklore
They'll tremble at the sight of Him - the God they never knew
They'll beg and plead for mercy, but it's far too late, too soon
They already had their chance, and now the time is nigh
For sinners to be judged at last and sentenced then to die
Eternal fire raining down on those who chose to hate
Meanwhile up in heaven now they close the sacred gate.
God's mercy is astounding, but it only lasts so long
Before at last the clock strikes twelve and sounds the final gong
So I will not be silent though you kick me with your hate
I'll tell you Jesus loves you ‘til at last you choose your fate.
I pray that you will choose Him, all the answer to your fears
I pray that you will cry to him beyond your broken tears
You do not have one moment, for the time is almost here
I beg you, please choose Jesus - He will save and keep you near.
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