It Was Me

When I’d hear about the age old story of how Jesus died for me I always wished that I had been there by
His side I would’ve stayed right there beside the Master as His closest, dearest friend. I would’ve
comforted His mother while she cried. I believe that I was very different that I’d never run away. If it
were me, I’d fight for Him, I’d stand my ground. But then the Lord revealed to me vision of that day on
Calvary and to my horror and my astonishment I found that

It was me who nailed Him to the tree, I’m the one who shouted “Crucify the Son of God!” It was my sin
that pierced His holy side when I saw who killed the Savior, it was me.

I was overcome with pain and sorrow I cried bitter tears of grief. I couldn’t understand the price He had
to pay for I knew I simply was not worthy of the sacrifice He made, what was my worth to Him that He
would die that way.

It was for me he hung there on the breathe price of sin He paid by the life He gave for free for my
eternal soul He died and rose again, when the child He gave His life for it was me.

Now look, the cold hard truth lay there for all to see those gentle nail scarred hands were pierced and
bruised for me. The Father’s precious, perfect Son was in this world the only One, who could pay the
fatal price to set me free.

It was for me He lay there on the tree, the price of sin He paid by the life He gave for free, for my eternal
soul He died and rose again I’m the child He gave His life for, for me He lay there on the tree, the price of
sin He paid by the life He gave for free, for my eternal soul He died and rose again when the child He
gave His life for, it was me. I am the child God gave His Son for, it was me.