Lyrics from a post by my friend Ben...

Crucify him, crucify him, crucify him, crucify him…
No, no, no, no! I say no! No… he’s innocent! What are you doing? Can’t you see that he’s innocent! …no… he’s… he’s innocent…

What if…
What if you were transported in time to the place and the spot where Christ had to die? What if you beheld with your own two eyes where his blood was spilled, where he gave his life when he came up the hill and he was barely alive? Could you tell who he was if he walked on by? Could you see what they’ve done to his back and his side? Would you see all his love? Would you recognize when they pierced his skull with the thorns and they tried to pull out his out his hair out his beard and then decide to pierce his bare back thirty nine times? You get the real facts, they’re right there beside you. What if you saw him die, got a real view? Would you keep living your life the way that you do or would you run and hide, just continue to live your life blind? It’s up to you, dude.

Will you ever know, will you ever see what he’s done for you, what he’s done for me? Can you ever know? Can you ever see? What will it take for you to believe?

What if today was the very day he died? And what if he was standing right there by your side as the people cheered and they screamed and they cried, but this time around see he wasn’t crucified? What if he was led from a jail this time to be executed in the middle of the night, but you could view if you tuning in worldwide on the internet, on the TV was televised? What if you were standing right there? They brought him on down to the electric chair? You had to flip the switch now, would you be aware? Would you understand his death? Would you even care? Would you change how you live? Would you shed a tear? Would you see what he did? Would you be prepared to give your life to him right now and right there? Can you see what he did? It’s quite clear.

Will you ever know, will you ever see what he’s done for you, what he’s done for me? Can you ever know? Can you ever see? What will it take for you to believe?

Beheld the very nails used to hold him on the cross then what would you do? You saw him beat up, beat down, then abused. Would you see how much it cost for him now for you? But what would it take for him to prove that he took the blame for everything that we do? It’s still just the same, man, there ain’t nothing new. They still hate to change and come now to you. But what if you could gaze and just see the last five minutes before he would leave this earth and worse what if you saw him breath his last breathe when death took his life? You see his head hang down, he starts to heave ‘cause his death came slow, it’s plain to see that it’s more painful than we could imagine it to be. Man, you’ve seen in plain view – do you believe?

Will you ever know, will you ever see what he’s done for you, what he’s done for me? Can you ever know? Can you ever see? What will it take for you to believe?