Once long ago, upon a hill, a place called Calvary,
A king was nailed upon a cross , blood shed for you and me.
Draped around a scarlet robe, thorn’s upon his head,
mocked and laughed and spit upon before leading him to death.
Upon each side, another man, was hung on cross to die,
by his love, forgiven sin, to meet in paradise.
The sun fell into darkness, no light was left on land,
into hand’s of God, gave up the ghost, blood shed for every man.
Three days did pass, a stone was rolled, and they that entered in,
could find no man, for he was gone, The king DID LIVE AGAIN !!!
All power in heaven given him, for he from death’s been raised
give glory to the king on high for so worthy of all praise.
Many years have now, since come and gone, but soon he’ll come again,
for from Heaven, with a shout, our savior will descend.
The dead in Christ shall rise up first to meet him in the air,
then remaining saints ascend to him for nothing shall compare.
So watch ye all, for time draws near, and be ye not deceived,
for Jesus lives, all will account, for each and every deed.
I pray for all, that eyes shall see, before it is too late,
the saviors blood redeemed all sin, the sacrifice was made.
For me, I shall take up my cross, and forever shall proclaim,
Jesus Christ , alive and well, I’ll never be ashamed.
For I know , without a doubt, through his blood I have been set free……..
For the price he paid, so long ago….. In that place called Calvary…………………….
©2009 Bonita Moore