They scourged my Lord Who'd done no harm. They cut him to the bone. They ridiculed and abused him And left us all alone. They harmed my Lord Who'd loved them all. His cuts with blood did seep. They nailed him to a wooden cross And left us all to weep. They killed my Lord Who'd come to die. They cheered and crowed with glee. He died that we might then be saved He died for you and me. I scourged my Lord I harmed my Lord I killed him in my heart. I stood at the cross and hammered the nails And tore my soul apart. Mea Culpa...Mea culpa!