I Sinned. He Paid.

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.”