Can you imagine it?

Hanging there, bleeding to death

Wheezing for breath

Your stomach hurts 'cause you got beat in the chest

You all bloody from your feet to your head

From the look of things, you would think you'd be dead

But you not, 'cause you gotta finish the work

Every second's like a minute, every minute it hurts

You screaming in pain (Oh God), screaming His name

Why have you forsaken me? This is the reason I came

You crying inside, but you can't cry from your eyes

'Cause your face is so swollen that it drive you blind

Your back aches 'cause pressure was applied to your spine

When you press up on your feet 'cause you trying to climb

Up the cross just to get a gasp of air

And meanwhile, everybody laughs and cheers

It's only been ten minutes but it feels like half a year

The Roman soldiers grab and tear

At your clothes, leaving your private exposed

Humiliated is how you die for the throne

And they witness at the study of death

And they watch you as you fighting for breath

Every insult feels like a knife in your chest

And blood drips down your neck from the spikes in your head

The crown of thorns, somebody sound the horn

'Cause the curtain from the temple already found its thorn

That means salvation's free, He paid the fee

I once was blind, but now He made me see

I went from Pee Wee to playing in the major leagues

The temple was destroyed in one day but raised in three

Could you walk in His shoes, drink from His cup?

He opened up His arms like "I love you this much"

Could you do what He did, die so that we live?

If you could, then your name is Jesus

Could you walk in His shoes, drink from His cup?

He opened up His arms like "I love you this much"

Could you do what He did, die so that we live?

If you could, then your name is Jesus

Can you imagine it?

Getting hit in the jaw

With people standing over you, yelling "Come on, pick up the cross!"

They take a stick and strike you over the head

Over and over and over again

They beat you down, they smile when they see you frown

They spit in your face and laugh as you bleed in the ground

You try to get up, but you can barely walk

So they force another man to carry the cross

You've been condemned, all you did is give to men

You live for them, but they would rather live for sin

You never fought back, but you get whipped again

So hard that it rips your skin

Betrayed by the kiss of a friend, slain by the fists of men

On a scale of one to five, the pain gets a ten

But you haven't even felt the half, felt the wrath

Until you feel the cross whip against your back

Thoughts of life and death are running through your mind

And splinters from the wood are running through your spine

This is worse than any story in the New York Times

They found you guilty and never even knew your crime

Every woman and man is there

They stand and stare and watch as you hang like a chandelier

Can you bear the nails in both your legs, both your arms

Even though you know they wrong?

Can you imagine it? That's why I wrote this song

You can laugh, but it's you that the joke is on

Could you walk in His shoes, drink from His cup?

He opened up His arms like "I love you this much"

Could you do what He did, die so that we live?

If you could, then your name is Jesus

Could you walk in His shoes, drink from His cup?

He opened up His arms like "I love you this much"

Could you do what He did, die so that we live?

If you could, then your name is Jesus

They drove nails through His hands, you could see the blood squirt

Now I know what they mean when they say that love hurts

Imagine torture, only this is much worse

Just the thought makes me wanna hit the ground and hug dirt

Why'd He do it for me? I wouldn't have done it for Him

I'm not a righteous man, matter of fact, I'm nothing but sin

I'm not clean, I've got dirt stuck to my skin

And it's like I'm proud of it, so I cuss and I grin

I said "I hate you!" (I hate you!) And He told me that He loved me

I stabbed Him in His back and He turned around and hugged me

They beat Him when instead they should've mugged me

Should've left me on the cross and watched the blood leak

My tongue speaks, all I do is curse and lie

That's why I deserve to die

Go to Hell, man, I should be the first to fry

But they gave Him the blame like He was worse than I

Worse than he, worse than she

Straight up cold-blooded murder in the first degree

You ain't gotta go to church to believe it 'cause you heard it from me

Just close your eyes, think of the murderous scene

Could you walk in His shoes, drink from His cup?

He opened up His arms like "I love you this much"

Could you do what He did, die so that we live?

If you could, then your name is Jesus

Could you walk in His shoes, drink from His cup?

He opened up His arms like "I love you this much"

Could you do what He did, die so that we live?

If you could, then your name is Jesus