There on Calvary

It was there upon Calvary, three Crosses stood,
Made of spite and jealousy, from the hardest wood,
Our Savior hung there amongst common thieves,
As the ones who loved Him, looked upon Him and grieved.
This was the Savior hanging on an old Cross that day,
Thorns and spikes taking all His precious blood away,
To wash away the worlds' sins, if only they would believe,
Open up their hearts to Him, into His Kingdom He'd receive.
He said Eli, Eli, Lama Sa-bach-ni, that is to say,
My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken me this day?
But as He gave up the ghost the veil of the Temple was rent in twain,
And the saints who slept awakened, went into the city again.
He spilled His precious blood, for you and me to be born again,
It ran down the hillside that day, there were earthquakes and rain,
Joseph took the body of Jesus and laid Him in a tomb, away,
So none could steal His body, but He arose the third day.
He rose to Glory to sit upon the sparkling Holy Throne, forever,
When we give our life to Him, our soul He will not sever,
We will walk the streets of gold, eat from the tree of life that day,
When He comes for His bride, forever with Him to stay.
Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
2000-2001
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