I had hopes so high
If Messiah dies,
Well then so will i
But I'm bold and weak
Charge and then retreat
I proclaimed Him--
How could I now deny?

Chorus:
Oh, Jesus, forgive me!
Oh, can You forgive me?
Oh, Jesus, forgive me!
Oh, can You forgive me?
You can forgive me
But will You?

Jesus, standing so silent,
I command you to speak, on Israel’s oath:
Do you claim to be the Messiah,
The Son of God, or, incredibly, both?

Jesus:
You’ve forced me to speak; this is barely, and just barely, legal;
And you and I both know this “trial” is really a sham
And yet I will answer your question, so rooted in evil,
For all that you say that I AM, THAT I AM.

Joseph of Arimathea: I find this trial quite irregular...
Sanhedrin: Blasphemer!
Nicodemus: Aren't we ignoring procedure here?
Sanhedrin: Blasphemer!
Joseph of Arimathea: He may be just Who He claims, I fear...
Sanhedrin: WHAT?!!?

Caiaphas: Are you, O Pilate, a faithful, good servant of Caesar?
For this Jesus here makes a claim to be King of the Jews
If you would ignore him, you too would be guilty of treason
You’d best execute him, or you may be crucified, too

Pilate: I see your game—you’re determined to kill your Messiah [crucify, crucify, crucify!]
You’re just as barbaric and backward as any I’ve seen [crucify, crucify, crucify!]
So this time I’m cornered—you’ll get what your bloodthirst desires [crucify, crucify, crucify!]
But let the guilt fall upon you, and none upon me

Holy One who gives all of Israel a home,
Keep Your people, but please, won’t you leave me alone?
For You know when I sit down, You know when I stand;
You know every stumble I make
Like the soldiers surrounding me,
I feel Your hand
That won’t let me just run away--
You won’t let me just run away.

Chorus:
You are the air I breathe, trapping me,
tight to my skin;
and so I say, “go away,” and draw You within
And though I’ve denied You,
I fear that I’ll finally
Come back confessing my sin,
Coming back broken again.