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
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
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?
