What if you were there?
What if you saw him already beaten and bruised?
Then you hear the crowd chant
“CRUCIFY HIM! CRUCIFY THE MAN WHO CLAIMS TO BE OUR KING!!”
Words never cut so deep in your heart
How could they say this about Holy God in human form?
Don’t they know this will be the saddest day in history??
Yet they keep on ranting and raving
Then you notice something strange among them
Someone who looks just like you is shouting
They start shouting louder and louder and louder
You know it’s yourself and burn with anger because of the image
“HOW CAN I BE DOING THIS?!”
And then it dawns on you
Every time you sin you shame the Christ
You say in your heart, “CRUCIFY HIM! CRUCIFY THIS FOOL!”
Now you can’t contain yourself
You leave the scene with tears pouring down your face
You’re so ashamed of yourself – you vow never to be among them again
But before you know it you’ve forgotten all about it
You go back to where it all began
Back to the place where sin was pleasure
Searching for happiness and fulfillment, finding the opposite
For a moment it’s there but soon replaced with bitter anger
You’re dying inside knowing you made the Christ suffer
He didn’t deserve it – the guilt rests on your shoulders
But then a voice, a whisper tells you it wanted to take the pain
Says it was worth it, worth it for your sake
How can that be?
The answer is beyond me