It should have been me hanging on that tree
Wracked with pain and oh so agony
And as the earth grew still He cried
It is finished and bowed His head and died
In my heart I know on that day it should have been me.
They said we find no fault
In this man who stands here today
But he was bound and led to that hill far away
And as the crowds gathered ‘round
His precious blood spilled on the ground
Oh I know in my soul on that day it should have been me.
When they nailed His precious hands
The skies grew dark throughout the land
And as they placed a crown of thorns on His head
And as the sword pierced His side I hung my head and I cried
In my soul I know on that day it should have been me.