Your only power comes from God
You only have what He provides
From my Father up above
You're lucky that he lets you stay
There you see the high priests chant
Blasphemy to your own ears
What after witness do you need
To put the Nazarene to death
A Nazarene was to his surprise
Well, then, you're one of Herod's lot
Take him there and state your claim
That this Jew before him is really king
So right next door where Herod stayed
They brought me there inside the hall
Now facing Herod wonder if he knows
I was the one his father tried to kill
Either way he can't stand to think I'm king
But religious reason prevents today
To judge or put someone to death
So take him back to Pilate's place
Back at Pilate's he can't believe
That my fate is in his hands again
After his wife had a vision in her sleep
To was his hands of this man's fate
I can't be part of this man's death
But I'll put him to the lash for you
Then you can choose what's next for him
So to the post they led me then
And after thirty-nine or so
They didn't think that was enough
So out they bring the reeds and thorns
Made and applied a crown for me
Now back in front with trepidation
Not knowing what else that he can do
From sentencing a fate so grim
When in his heart this feels so wrong
I have at times in years of past
Have offered to spare a life for you
I also have Barabbas here
Which to you should I release?
But to his surprise but not my own
Barabbas was the chant he heard
'Cause his followers packed the crowd
scared the rest from calling out
What to do with Jesus, this your Christ
So loud a response makes us both recoil
But not just from the volume
Crucify him was their retort
I can be no more part of this man's death
So watch me as I wash my hands
Of this man's fate from here on out
His crucifixion is on your heads