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