I was there that day,That day at Calvary.
The day they brought Him up,
To hang Him on the tree.
As I was hanging there,
I could see the crowd advance.
Advancing with the man,
Who didn’t stand a chance.
They laid Him on a cross,
And the guards, they held Him down.
They drove a spike into each hand,
As the crowd, it gathered round.
Then they crossed His legs,
And with a mighty blow.
They drove a spike into His feet,
But the pain He did not show.
They raised Him high, up to the sun,
They set the cross in place.
Relieved that it was done,
They looked Him in the face.
As people yelled “You say you’re God”,
“Choose freedom, save yourself”.
No longer could I look at Him,
I felt so overwhelmed.
This man who had done nothing wrong,
No crime did He commit.
Yet He was hanging there with me,
His life He did submit.
But I was a thief, I deserved to die,
My life was already lost.
So as He fought to catch His breath,
I cried out loud at any cost,
“Please take me with You, to a better life”,
As He turned and looked my way.
With eyes welled up with tears.
In a quiet voice, I heard Him say,
“In your final hour my son,
Because you’ve turned to me.
From this day on we’ll be as one,
For all eternity”.
©Doug McVicar – 11th September 2007
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