Louder Than The Mob

I know I'm just another Judas, kiss Your face While I drive the nail through Your hand I know I'm just another Thomas, won't believe Until I feel the hole in Your hands Then I will say, my God, I see not what You see My God, what do You see in me? My God, crowned in glory The Lamb of God is worthy My sin yells, ";Crucify!"; Louder than the mob that day My sin yells, ";Crucify!"; louder than any mouth.