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Jesus Is Condemned to Death
It was the crowd, Lord, it was the crowd that shouted "Crucify Him."
They lost their heads, they got carried away.
Some of them were decent people, they didn't want to be part of it
but they couldn't help themselves.
Some were just curious, that's the only reason they were there.
Some were Your friends and they were going to take Your side.
Lord, there were some good people in that crowd, but they were
weak - too weak to swim against the stream.
It was the crowd, Lord, but then that's always the way.
Lord, what is it about a crowd that chokes our decent instincts?
Lord, I am one of those weak ones, I am to blame.
I am never very far from the rioting and violence of the crowd.
Make me a little stronger than the crowd so that , when it goes astray,
I will break loose and, at least silently, proclaim Your way.
Lord, grant that I may be with people who bring out the best in me.