Step by step He walked to the hill.
His shredded back was bleeding still.
Step by step He carried the cross.
I felt so helpless, so blind, so lost.
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Step by step He plodded along,
This Man in Whom we found nothing wrong--
Step by step He came to die;
I had the feeling only He knew why.
Somehow I think He died for me--
Can't you see He took my place?
I should have been nailed to that tree;
Instead, I spit in His face.
Step by step--it stays with me yet!
This was a Man like none I had met.
Step by step--it throbs in my brain.
How could this man bear so much pain?
Jesus walked to the cross--
He didn't have to do it,
But He thought of me
As He faced that tree,
And for my life He went through it.
Jesus walked to the cross--
One little word would have saved Him,
But His love was why
Jesus chose to die.
The cross was mine, but He gave Himself for me.
Somehow I think He died for me--
Can't you see He took my place?
I should have been nailed to that tree;
Instead, I spit in His face.
I felt so guilty as I watched Him walk along;
And He was still alive--He must have been remarkably strong.
But any minute I was sure that He would fall;
We'd beat Him so hard, I'm surprised He walked at all,
And so I grabbed a man who stood beside the road
And made him carry Jesus awful, awful, awful load;
And made him carry Jesus awful load, but what can I say?
I thought I was the one who should have led the way
To take the cross, to die myself and set Him free,
To bear the cross on which this Jesus died for me.
The cross he bore-I felt it was my own,
But one man just can't stand alone
Against the people and against the rulers at the top
And tell them all they're wrong, tell them to stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,
Stop this madness! stop this madness!
Can't you see you're plunging us in darkness and sadness?
But still we nailed Him to the cross, and dropped it in the socket,
And grumbled that His garment didn't have a pocket;
But I did give Him a drink before He died.
When He was dead, I plunged my sword in his side,
I don't know why--somehow I knew that He was dead.
When He died, He prayed, and then He dropped His head,
Then came the earthquake--yes, it seems it waited for His nod.
Surely this man had to be the Son of God.
Oh, tell me, Jesus, tell me, please tell me why,
Why did we hate You, why did we beat You, why did we crucify?
Behold the Lamb of God Who takes away the sin of the world....
Today we killed a Carpenter, I guess I don't know why.
Can someone tell me why this Jesus had to die?
He'd been a nuisance, and we'd finally had enough--
But for a righteous man, we sure did treat Him rough.
We beat and spit on Him--we acted just like swine,
And yet it seemed that He forgave us for our crime.
I meant to ask Him to explain some things He said;
I'm kind of sorry that the Carpenter is dead....
Step by step.
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