Paid For

Bought for a price I can not repay,
you took my place on that hill.

I put those nails through your hand
and sent you to the cross.

I watched as they dragged you through
the streets.
You were carrying my sin.

Why don't you hate me?

I'm sure it must have hurt,
but you'll never complain.
You just smile and tell me
i'm free.

I can't thank you enough for
taking off my chains.

I only pray that
I was worth it.