by pattykake » Sun Jul 03, 2011 5:18 pm
WALKING MY LORD UP CALVARY'S HILL
One morning, past daybreak, as the crowd slowly gathered.
Like a sheep, HE was humble, to HIS FATHER's own will.
So sad was HIS face that, the birds stopped their singing,
They were walking my LORD up, Calvary's hill.
On the Cross, as HE hung, in shame and forsaken,
As they drove the nails, in HIS hands and HIS feet.
As death closed HIS eyes, HIS cries went to Heaven;
Oh FATHER fogive them, I hear HIM repeat.
In a tomb HE was layed, but death could not hold HIm.
HE was GOD's only SON in this world below.
On the Cross HE fulfilled the plan of Salvation.
I want to thank JESUS, for HE's coming again.
As they drove the nails
WALKING MY LORD UP CALVARY'S HILL
One morning, past daybreak, as the crowd slowly gathered.
Like a sheep, HE was humble, to HIS FATHER's own will.
So sad was HIS face that, the birds stopped their singing,
They were walking my LORD up, Calvary's hill.
On the Cross, as HE hung, in shame and forsaken,
As they drove the nails, in HIS hands and HIS feet.
As death closed HIS eyes, HIS cries went to Heaven;
Oh FATHER fogive them, I hear HIM repeat.
In a tomb HE was layed, but death could not hold HIm.
HE was GOD's only SON in this world below.
On the Cross HE fulfilled the plan of Salvation.
I want to thank JESUS, for HE's coming again.
As they drove the nails