Wayne Watson - The Hunger lyrics

What should I do with this Jesus Out of control, people screaming "Crucify!" But they can't tell me why What has He done, name His transgression, oh Tell me His crime that He should die Sisters and brothers, caught up in the hunger Mothers and fathers, quick to make claim for the blame Who then is guilty, who's gonna answer? Voices cry out demanding the shame Let the blood, let the blood of the man Be on our hands and on our children Looking for someone to blame, here we stand Let the blood, let the blood of the man The charge for His life ever rest upon us Guilty, here we stand Was there a voice numbered among them? Was there an image that looked like me? Could it be, the cry of abuse, the cold accusation Could change to a prayer, a sinners plea The hope for all the nations for every boy and girl The surety that life is not in vain Just like at Calvary's station The cry heard round the world To cover over us with precious stain Let the blood, let the blood of the man Be on our hands and on our children We're the receivers of grace, here we stand Let the blood, let the blood of the man The fruit of his life ever blessed and holy Spotless, here we stand Let the blood of the man Be on our hands and on our children We're the receivers of grace, here we stand Let the blood, let the blood of the man The fruit of his life ever blessed and holy Spotless, here we stand Let the blood of the man Be on our hands and on our children We're the receivers of grace, here we stand Let the blood, let the blood of the man The fruit of his life ever blessed and holy Spotless, here we stand Here we stand, oh-oh-oh... Let the blood, let the blood of the man The fruit of his life ever blessed and holy Spotless, here we stand