Guest wrote: ↑Tue May 24, 2011 3:15 am
The Dream
One night as I lay on my pillow
While asleep in a dream I did go
To the place where they crucified Jesus
On that Old Rugged Cross, cruel and cold
There the greatest love story was written
Visualize with me if you will
Our Savior on that April morning
As He carried the Cross up the hill
Chorus
And I saw those nails, those old rusty nails,
And the Crown made of thorns that He wore
So sad was the scene that I cried in my dream
So great was the pain that He bore
They scorned and they mocked, He drank the bittercup
As He hung there with two common thieves
For He had to fulfill, His Father's own will
And I was right there in a dream.
As I stood there on top of Mount Calvary
In His pain I could hear His sad cry
From the sixth hour 'til nine there was darkness
In my dream, Oh so helpless was I
I thank Him for that day on the mountain
The price that He paid was supreme
In my heart I carry a picture
Of what, I saw there in a dream.