I close my eyes and think about Calvary
I see it happening right in front of me
The back that bore the whip, the head that held the crown of thorns
What if I was there?
Would I even care, would I even care?
Or would I only stare?

What if I was there just a face in the crowd?
Would I hide in shame or would I laugh out loud?
Would I pity Him or think that He is just a fool?
Another criminal
Or just the truth, or just the truth
He is heaven’s jewel

As He marched up that hill
I can picture Him still in my mind
All the blood and the sweat on His brow
As He passed me on by, I could see in His eyes
That His pain was a gift of His love

He was the sacrifice, the Lamb
And He is the great I AM
And He paid the price for me
The price for you and me, you and me

He made the deaf to hear again
He called the sinful man a friend
He walked that hill for me
So my blind soul could see, could see

I close my eyes and think about Calvary
I see it happening right in front of me
Two criminals were there, with one on either side of Him
One hurled insults and one believed, and one believed
Which one am I?