I Wonder If He Ever Cries

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 through 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 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 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? 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?"

Ooh-ooh