Lord, will I yell to crucify?

Would I follow the crowd?

Would I let what I know to be true make me stand firm, or would I let fear drown that out?

Would I take a stand and say I knew who you were, or would I be like Peter and reject you, knowing it would hurt?

I’m afraid that I would let anxiety consume me

You told me, “be still” and that you loved me

You still knew I would nail you to that cross

and yet you wanted to save me with your love

You gave me an option

You cried tears of blood

You could have forced every one of us to choose you over Barrabas, but you let free will choose

You still let us be free even though it killed you

What a loving father

A savior I want to praise

Took the chains that bound me away

You paid the price, took my own cross