Let me tell you about that day in Jerusalem,
   Underneath the heat of the midday sun,
There was one there called Christ Jesus,
   He said He was God's only begotten Son
 
We dragged Him through the streets that day,
   He was just a simple man,
He sweat and bled like the rest of us,
   But He never bowed His head
 
I spit on Him as He passed me that day,
   And I slapped Him across the face,
I was surprised how He stopped and looked at me,
   But in Him I could see no disgrace
 
I grabbed branches from a thorn bush,
   And weaved them into a crown,
Then I scampered alone behind Him,
   Waiting until He stumbled to the ground
 
Then I forced the crown firmly,
   Upon His sweating head,
And I watched the emerald green leaves,
   Turn instantly into crimson red
 
I just knew He could not take anymore,
   And He would soon beg to be set free,
But He looked at me with eyes filled with blood and tears,
   Then He continued up the street
 
We made it up to Golgotha,
   And He stood there quietly with His crown,
I pulled the nails from behind me,
   And slammed Him down to the ground
 
I pounded the nails into His hands,
   And into both of His feet,
I could see the pain in His face,
   I would never again be able to sleep
 
We hoisted the cross from the ground,
   And dropped it down into place,
I could see His pain and agony,
   But I still saw no disgrace
 
Instead He looked down upon me,
   With eyes filled with tears and blood,
He simply said, "Father, forgive him,
   For it is him that I love."
 
There was a great price paid that day,
   For a simple fool like me,
Jesus the Christ, the King of glory,
   Came to save a sinners like me.