I betrayed him with a kiss.
I arrested him I took him to the high priest.
I stood before him with the Sanhedrin.
I declared him a blasphemer.
I blindfolded him,
I slapped his face I yelled, “Prophesy!”
I denied that I knew him three times.
I tried to free him, but my plan was doomed.
I screamed, “Crucify him! Crucify him!”
I ordered him flogged and crucified.
I put a robe on him and yelled, “Hail, king of the Jews!”
I shoved a crown of thorns down on his head.
I hit him on the head with my staff
I drove the thorns deeper into his head.
I spit on him.
I humiliated him.
I tied him to the post for his flogging.
I whipped him, 39 times, with a cat of nine tails.
I made him carry his own cross.
I drove the nails into his hands and feet.
I stood the cross high so the world could see his death.
I cast lots for his clothes.
I cursed him from my own cross.
I took a spear and jabbed it into his side.
I saw how he died.
I heard what he said.
I sinned but he paid the price.
“Surely this man was the Son of God.”