You can't kill God

A crown of thorns twisted and placed on His head
A cross preparedMan made this crown for His ultimate defeat

They led Him down the road amongst the screaming crowd
They spit in His face and mocked in His presence
There has never been an event so loud
Hatred and murder was the essence

Nailed to that cross He cried out in pain
They gave Him sour wine to drink
Man in his natural state is insane
The sin in him does make him stink

He gave His last breath as He let out a yell
They thought they had won this fight
They thought they sent this "blasphemer" to hell
But He would rise out of the grave with God's might!