O Sacred Neck, Now Wounded The Porter's Gate (Ft. Jon Guerra & Matt Maher)

[Verse 1]
O, Sacred Neck, now wounded
Pressed down by blows and knees
This Son of God surrounded
By silent enemies
Will no one stop and listen?
Will no one rise and speak
Of violence and oppression
Which hanged You from that tree?

[Verse 2]
O, Sacred Head, discounted
Lies crowned in locks and sweat
See thorns and curls now found
In Your weeping mother's hands
O, sun-kissed King of glory
What honor once was Yours
Yet now despised and gory
Our still and lifeless Lord

[Chorus]
O, man of sorrows, beaten down
Our brother's blood cries from the ground
You bore our sin, we turned our eyеs
From You, the Lamb of God