It Was I
How could a weakling such as me, Nail my Savior to a tree? How could a nothing such as I, my one and only crucify? Yet it was I who pierced His side, crowned his head with thorns, until He died. Yes, I caused My Lord to bleed, That dreadful day at Calvary. Though, this I know and this I see, I yet,... Sign in to see full entry.