I am the coin of sliver the price of his life. 30 pieces of me for how much they pay for his life. The price of a slave the same price for the king of the world.

I am the torch that lead the way through the garden I lead the soldiers to him.

I am the rope that they used to bind him.

I am the the court yard where he stood silently. As they brought lier to come and speak lies about him.

I am the grand room where he was brought before Pilot.

I am the whisper of fear that started the chant demanding his death.

I am the wip of glass and bones the bit in to his back 39 time.

I am the robe they used to mock him the true king.

I am the crown of thorns they drove into his head.

I am the cross he had to carry and when he fell they called other to carry me to the hill.

I am the nails in his hand and feet that held him in place as they lifted that cross.

And I am the sinner the reson he stayed and die on that cross for me. Then 3 day later rose.