Lyrics:

Oh, to feel the crown of thorns
The garment that was torn
To grasp the angry soldier'sspear
Thatmade the bloodand water part
To touch the woodone time
Pick up the faithful spike
We can't hold these pieces_in_our_hands
We can hold_them in our_hearts
When I remember what You've done
When I remember the shedding of Your blood
I can't help but worship You
I can't help but worship You
I can't help but worship You
For all You've done
And I will bless Your name
I will give You all my praise
For the finest hour of history
It will always be the cross
You know the finest hour of my history
It will always be the cross
When I remember what You've done
When I remember the shedding of Your blood
I can't help but worship You
I can't help but worship You
I can't help but worship You
For all You've done
Genius