Letís close our eyes a moment
Then. . . Let us bow, our head
And think a little, about. . . Calvary
With three men, who hung until dead
Jesus was situated in the middle
Thieves, to His left and right
For them, there was no acquittal . . .
Oh, it had to be a sorrowful sight
I wonder what people were thinking
As they stood, looking at those men
Iím sure Maryís heart was sinking
Crying out to God, again and again
Just imagine, when daylight darkened
And Jesus took his final breath. . . .
The word spread, and people harkened
Listening to accounts. . . Of His death
Oh, but to be there, on the third day
When they rolled away, that stone
I suppose there wasn't much to say
When guards saw. . . They were alone
Jesus had ascended to The Father
Who had sacrificed, His Son
Who paid in full, the "Ransom"
It was finished. . . He had won
For Jesus had conquered death
He took the keys to Hell. . . .
He paid a debt, we couldnít pay
Calvaryís story, is . . .Ours to tell
Judith Johnson Kypta
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