It's difficult to capture the combination of reverence, horror, and awe of John’s account of Christ’s crucifixion. Imagine the scene. Jesus’ lifeless, beaten, disfigured body hanging on the cross. Soldiers all around. John standing nearby with Mary, Jesus’ mother, her sister, Mary, Clopas’ wife, and Mary Magdalene—each with their own specific grief. I’m not sure what hits me the hardest. Imagining myself there at that moment or the truth that, as the songwriter explains, “it was my sin that held Him there”.