In the Garden of Gethsemane Where angels weep for all his scorn He knelt and prayed in agony for a world so lost and torn The weight of sin upon his shoulders The burden of a love so pure In his silent strength unspoken For our souls he would endure Oh the price of love so deep A promise he would keep Skin in the game His blood was shed A crown of thorns upon his head For every heart, for every name He bore the weight Skin in the game On the cross she breathes forgiveness With his final sacred breath Breaking chains, embracing sorrow Conquering the sting of death And the echoes of his suffering Like the hope of life for you And his wounds We find our healing in his pain Our souls are soothed All the breath of love so deep A promise he would keep Skin in the game His blood was shed A crown of thorns upon his head For every heart For every name He bore the weight Skin in the game In every step we give our all We hear his voice and heed his call For every trial we call his name in sacrifice Skin in the game Through loss, through gain We follow him Skin in the game Skin in the game His blood was shed A crown of thorns upon his head For every heart For every name He bore the way Skin in the game In the end when shadows fall We'll stand in light and heed his call For in his love we do the same We sacrifice Skin in the game For in his blood we do the same We sacrifice skin in the game