
One Cross Three
Nails
My savior was crucified
Long ago and far away
On a hill called Mt. Calvary
But not where He would stay.
Dragged through the streets
Spat on and and beaten
Humiliated and scorned
By a crowd of heathen.
Not believing His message
How He was sent to save
the lost.
Yet He was willing to die for them
Being nailed to the cross.
I wasn't there but I see the
cross
I've read of His suffering
and why He came.
Drops of blood ran down His body
As they put Him to shame.
I can envision Him nailed to
that cross
And I can almost sense the
pain
With nails in his hands and
feet
As they left him there to
hang.
As He labored to breath
With His weight pulling Him
down
Against the cruel rugged
cross
And a head piece of thorns
for a crown.
But as it is known by God's
Holy Word
Jesus stayed in the tomb only
three days
Then came forth from the tomb
And went on his way.
Word went out through the
land
And they did see
That Jesus is King of Kings
And shall always be.