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 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 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 that cross so high I'm the one Who stood and watched him die What have I done I'm the one.