They trade for thirty pieces of silver
Abused by the people He loved
Rejected by his own disciples
I know he still loved them because
Jesus say farther forgive them
He was looking down on me
I'm an old roman soldier
I stood at the foot of the tree
In his eyes I saw His compassion
On His cheeks the tracks of His tears
On His back the stripes that He suffered
And His side the wound from my spear
I've heard Jesus say farther forgive them
He was looking down on me
I'm an old roman soldier
I stood at the foot of the tree
I'm an old roman soldier
I stood at the foot of the tree
