When I think how Jesus died
And for my sins was crucified
Oh, a love such as this
I just can't comprehend
Then I think how He must feel
To have suffered thru that ordeal
Yet His love has been rejected
By so many through the years

I wonder if He ever cries
When He thinks of how He bled and died
Does the memory remain
Can He still feel the pain
Of sin and shame He bore for me
And every timе He sees His scars
Does it bring a tear into His еyes
When many never serve Him
Not caring how He loved them
I wonder does it make Him cry

And when I think about the blood
That Jesus shed through love
And all the pain that He suffered
In dying agony
Yet in the midst of all this grief
He had mercy on one thief
Who simply asked for mercy
And salvation He received
I wonder if He ever cries
When He thinks of how He bled and died
Does the memory remain
Can He still feel the pain
Of sin and shame He bore for me
And every time He sees His scars
Does it bring a tear into His eyes
When many never serve Him
Not caring how He loved them
I wonder does it make Him cry

When many never serve Him
Not caring how He loved them
I wonder does it make Him cry