My name. They cry out my name.
Crucify him, they call. Crucify
Me. And I am blood
Stained, deep red upon my hands.
Bloody bloody hands.
A murderer.

Dark and dirt and sweat and hurt
Black black
This is what I have been
This cell, it holds me in.

I feel it now. Cold
Metal in my palm.
Taste blood upon my tongue.
Soldiers come.
They lead me down
A hall. Dark and long.

I feel this death upon my shoulders
They come, shouts of crowd
Follow on their heels.
They lead me out,
To the light and loud.
Though that crowd;
My name, they call. Crucify him.

Not I but him, they hang
Upon that cross.
Not mine but his,
Hands they pierce.
My sin, God’s wrath, upon the
Son.

He took my place.
Praise the worthy lamb of God.
Praise his name. He took
My cross.