Bunch JJ bh. Bk. JJ. Cav. VBS
Guilty as charged. He bled and he died They hung Him high, they stretched Him wide The Savior cried out Eloi! Eloi!
Guilty His blood for me he shed
Forgiveness He asked, for those who wanted Him dead Guilty His tears became droplets of blood A spear through His side, O it runs like a flood The Lord cried, “Lama Sabastani.”