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 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 I wonder does it make him cry