It Was For Me

I stood at the foot of Calvary
My head bowed low in shame
I thought of the hate and mockery
And I knew I was to blame.

I saw the fear and misery
Upon the furrowed brow
I heard the wails of agony
I felt the cold wind howl.

The vacant stares of anguished kin
The eyes now red and dry
I knew it was for sinful men
That Jesus had to die.

I was sinful, weary–lost,
Did no one care for me?
No one but the lonely Jesus
Hanging on the tree.

I stood at the foot of Calvary
My head bowed low in shame
I thought of the hate and mockery
And I knew I was to blame