I was not in the garden when He knelt to God and prayed,
I did not kiss Him on the cheek when Jesus was betrayed;
I was not at the trial when the crowd jeered at His name,
I did not make Him bear a cross or walk a road of shame;
I was not on the hillside when He gave His life that day,
I did not nail His precious hands or take His robe away;
I could not do a single thing to hurt God’s only Son,
But every time I sin on earth I feel that I’m the one.

I'm the one
Who shouted [bad word] 
I'm the one
Who made that cross so high
I'm the one
Who stood and watched him die
What have I done
I'm the one.