by Guest » Sat Apr 04, 2015 1:30 am
One day on a bright April morning, with the sun streaking over the sky
Stood a man with his hands tied behind him, awaiting his summons to die.
From the lovely bright places of heaven, to a place filled with sorrow and fear,
so that all of our sins stood all forgiving, Christ came and died for us here.
On the streets of the city He staggard, there unable to carry his cross, as he fell to the ground with His burden, he told of the souls that were lost.
the birds stopped their singing at sunrise, for Christ had His place to fulfill, from the lovely bright places of heaven, to a cross on a lonely dark hill.
then suddenly the heavens were darkened, ore the land where His footsteps had trod, a man looked at him and spoke softly, truly this was the Son of God.
the birds stopped their singing at sunrise, for Christ had his place to fulfill, from the lovely bright places of heaven to a cross on a lonely dark hill.
One day on a bright April morning, with the sun streaking over the sky
Stood a man with his hands tied behind him, awaiting his summons to die.
From the lovely bright places of heaven, to a place filled with sorrow and fear,
so that all of our sins stood all forgiving, Christ came and died for us here.
On the streets of the city He staggard, there unable to carry his cross, as he fell to the ground with His burden, he told of the souls that were lost.
the birds stopped their singing at sunrise, for Christ had His place to fulfill, from the lovely bright places of heaven, to a cross on a lonely dark hill.
then suddenly the heavens were darkened, ore the land where His footsteps had trod, a man looked at him and spoke softly, truly this was the Son of God.
the birds stopped their singing at sunrise, for Christ had his place to fulfill, from the lovely bright places of heaven to a cross on a lonely dark hill.