Father, Forgive Them.
They Know Not What They Do (4)

They See Me Lying In The Street
And Never Lend A Hand
The Night Goes By While They’re Asleep,
Yet I’m Still In The Sand;
And I Cry Each Night For Their Blinded Eyes,
That Never, Never Seem To See.

Father, Forgive Them.
They Know Not What They Do (2)

We Crucified Your Son In Shame,
His Message We Ignored;
Though Time Has Passed, We’re Still The Same,
Indifferent As Before;
And He Dies Each Day In Our Hearts Of Clay;
O Father, Teach Us How To Love.

Father, Forgive Them.
They Know Not What They Do (2)