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If they whipped your back until the skin was gone, Could you lift up your cross and then carry on? Could you love like that? Could you love like that? If they cursed your name, spat in your face, punched you in life while you made your way, could you love like that? Who could you love like that? Father, if you are willing Take this cup from me Yet not my will, Father But that yours be done Rising, rising For the love of the Father did raise Him again Rising, rising In victory over death and the great innocence rise on if they nailed your hands and feet with rusty spikes Forced a crown made of thorns on your head I espy Could you love like that? Could you love like that? Could you bear the sins of everyone who lived Crucified on a cross with your life together. Could you love like that? Ooh, could you love like that? Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me. Yet not my well Father But that yours be done Rise up, rise up All the love of the Father Did raise him again Rising, rising In victory over death And the grave and our sins Rising