I Cannot Watch Them

Narrator: And Peter remembered the words of Jesus,
And he went out and wept, bitterly.

Peter: What have I done?
Denied Him?
What have I done?

So now am I no different from the men
Who take Thy bread and turn again?
What have I done?
What have I done?

I hear their filthy tongues and vicious scorn,
The lies they spin with Satan's yarn
I watch them spit and strike Thy face
They mock Thy name in foul disgrace
And when Thou lookest for a friend
Thou findest none, for I have fled -
Oh, God!
What have I done?

As Thou has taken stripes for me,
Can I not take but one for Thee?

I cannot watch them take my Lord.
I can't endure their cruel hands upon Him.
While His own hands are tied with cord
Those hands with power to raise the dead,
Command the storm, now bound instead, and -

I cannot hear them mock His name
I cannot bear their foul breath upon Him
I dare not look upon His face
To see the very Son of God
His brow so bruised and stained with blood
His eyes that shed my sorrow's tears
And watch as all hope disappears
I will not watch them crucify my Lord!

For I know this man!
I know him!
I know this man!

I cannot watch what He must bear
For surely He must carry all my burden.
Forgive me, Lord, that I'm not there.
But when my eyes are closed in death,
These words will hang on my last breath:
I know Him.