The cost of saving the lost

Our sins divide the Godhead
as Jesus hangs there all alone.
A crown of thorns upon His head
our sins and trespasses to atone

The Father, His Only Son forsakes
as He hangs there upon the cross.
That awful sight, God’s heart it breaks,
‘tis the cost of saving the lost.

“My God, why have you forsaken me?”
Christ cries out in pain and agony,
as upon His shoulders He carries
the sins of our humanity.