Lord, when they took up stones to stone you
When you would have most surely died,
Can you forgive those false accusations
I, too, helped to spread those vicious lies.

Lord, when they came to the garden
And interrupted you in prayer,
When they bound you like a common criminal
Can you forgive me, I was there.

Lord, when they led you away to Pilate's hall
And falsely accused you without shame,
When they dressed you in a robe of mockery
Lord, forgive; for I've done the same.

Lord, when they placed thorns upon your brow
Pressing them to cause your brow to bleed,
Lord, can you ever forgive me
For I've also performed that awful deed.

Lord, as they nailed you to that awesome tree
When it seemed earth's gain was Heaven's loss,
Lord, will you take heed to my pleading ?
I, too, helped send you to that old rugged cross.
 
 

                                              Carl L. Hempen