i was not in the garden when he knelt to god and prayed, i did not kiss him on the cheek when jesus was betrayed;
i could not do a single thing to hurt god’s only son, but every time i sin on earth i feel that i’m the one. i’m the one who shouted “crucify,” i’m the one who made his cross so high, i’m the one who stood and watched him die; what have i done? i’m the one.
i was not at the trial when the crowd jeered at his name, i did not make him bear a cross or walk a road of shame;
i could not do a single thing to hurt god’s only son, but every time i sin on earth i feel that i’m the one. i’m the one who shouted “crucify,” i’m the one who made his cross so high, i’m the one who stood and watched him die; what have i done? i’m the one.
i was not on the hillside when he gave his life that day, i did not nail his precious hands or take his robe away;
i could not do a single thing to hurt god’s only son, but every time i sin on earth i feel that i’m the one. i’m the one who shouted “crucify,” i’m the one who made his cross so high, i’m the one who stood and watched him die; what have i done? i’m the one.