Lost in the crowd hoping God did not see,
the part that I'd played in Christ's agony.
For I'd cried "Hosanna, " then "Crucify"
Stood there at His trial and watched Him die.
Saw sadistic soldiers and the fickle crowd
with Pilate standing there pompous and proud.
Watched this gross miscarriage of the law
that was so brutal, so offensive, so raw
He stood silent in the midst of it all
the scapegoat upon whom God's wrath would fall
It should have been me. I'm the guilty one
It should have been me. Not God's only Son
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem