“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
Even though the sun shone brightly,
could our hearts be harder than this?
could our hearts be harder than this?
It’s like I’m witnessing the scene but should I intervene?
I thought I was stronger than this.
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
Pilate paraded my Lord Jesus Christ to the passion,
Irrationally taking action under the pressure of the masses
The Pharisees and the High Priest were pursuing satisfaction
I internalized my reaction, I thought I was stronger than this.
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
Pilate took Jesus and flogged him
Gave him a crown of thorns and purple robe just to mock him
“Hail the King of Jews” they spewed as they clocked him
I didn’t try to stop them, I thought I was stronger than this
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
Pilate caved in, he gave into their demands
He gave the Son of Man into their depraved hands
After they whipped him, they kicked him, inflicted such wicked tactics,
I watched and thought I was stronger than this
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
They dragged him as if he were a serial killing, drug dealing, child molesting, scum on the earth
Whose worthless birth cursed humanity – is this insanity?
They used every ounce of profanity to berate him, why do they hate him?
Why don’t I save him? I thought I was stronger than this
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
Bearing his own cross they took him to the place of the skull
This was the worst act of humanity since the first sin in the original fall
From the Garden of Eden to Gethsemane to Golgotha on a cross
Is all hope lost? I thought I was stronger than this
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
Two spikes ripped through the skin of the wrists and one through his feet
To stick him to the tree that was stained with the blood that dripped for you and for me
He struggled to breathe, my mind can’t conceive
How he grieved with the transgressions, the depression as God’s wrath on Jesus was relieved
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
They wanted to kill him and see the blood spilling in agony
Evil infested all that invested in this like meat filled with maggots
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
He was dying, why won’t anybody stop this?
God save him! He’s thirsty! I’m so sorry for my sin!
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
His heart rate is slowly stopping, blood, sweat, and tears are dropping
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
Abandoned by not only man but by God I’ll never know the depths of his sobbing
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
The cup of wrath was nearly completely empty but not diminished
“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
“It is finished,” he bowed his head and gave up his spirit
The world seemed chaotic, had God lost all control?
What a psychotic afternoon but then it turned so dark and cold
Like a sacrificial Lamb he died that I might not be damned
Truly, he was the Great I am
I know now that I am not stronger than this
My strength comes from the Spirit of God indwelling within me
The sin that would kill me lost the sting of death
For because of his death I live in his strength
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