It was Me

It was me that betrayed Him one night so late.

It was me that mocked Him before Pilate.

It was me that scourge Him ---blood flowing down his back.

It was me that place the cross on His shoulders to bear through the streets, to Calvalry.

It was me.

It was me that spit in His face.

It was me that placed the thorns on His head, nails in His hands and feet.

It was me that pierce Him in His side.

He loved and forgave

It was for me He died.