I Killed Jesus

This one is, in a way, inspired by Ray Boltz's song, "The Hammer".  It's always humbling to consider that it was because of our sin that Jesus willingly went to the cross to die.  Even more humbling, for me at least, is knowing he still would have gone even if I had been the only person in the history of the world to ever accept the gift of this sacrifice.  That'll make you think, eh?

They say that I killed Jesus, but what part did I play?
I didn't bet upon His clothes or spit upon His face.
I was not the one who whipped Him.  I would have set Him free.
I wasn't even born back then, so why point at me?

CHORUS
I didn't hold a hammer.  I didn't have any nails.
I didn't make Him bear His cross as He walked along that trail.
And I wasn't in the crowd that day that shouted "Crucify!"
So if you think that I killed Jesus, maybe you can tell me why.

I didn't make the thorny crown they placed upon His head.
I was not the murderer that they freed in His stead.
I never tried to frame this man just to see His blood flow.
So why must you say it's me?  I would like to know.  (to Chorus)

I can no longer fight it.  The truth's not hard to find.
For every stripe upon His back, my name went through His mind.
I can never comprehend how He could love me so.
No one had to force Him.  He died to save my soul!

I didn't have to hold a hammer.  My sins were the nails.
My failures were that cross that He dragged along that trail.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me!
Thank God for sending Jesus.  He died to set us free.

And if I had been the only one to accept His sacrifice,
He still would have done, and He wouldn't have thought twice.
And to anyone who's listening, you're just as guilty, too.
Give your heart and soul to Jesus.  He also died for you.