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Album: For Me
Who is this little man named Pontius Pilate,
Whose infamy arises on the day,
The creature passes judgment on his Maker,
While the Potter is made lower than His clay?
Like a lamb standing silent before the shearer
No word of self defense, no mercy cry
This time You speak with silence to make it clearer
Your mind is set on laying down your life
Time and time again You were the Champion
There was no debate You could not win
No lawyer ever wrestled with Your wisdom
Who didn't feel his shoulders tightly pinned
But today You give no answer to accusation
No word of self defense, no mercy cry
And as Pilate gives the words of condemnation
Your silent surrender gives us life
And if you call a thousand hosts of angels
Will overthrow this Caesar with the sword
And as Commanding King of endless ages
You could change Your fate with just one word
But today the angels weep while You surrender
In silence You become our mercy cry
And as all creation bows in solemn wonder
Your silent surrender brings us life
Yes, Your silent surrender brings us life
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