I bear the heaviness of my cross
as I walk that mile up Calvary’s Hill.
I hear them yelling “Crucify Him!”
I feel their spit and their spite.
Then I am plunged in the hot air
I feel the painful strains of my flesh being torn apart,
as my cross is put on that hill
I bow my head in shame…
I want to live yet I yearn to die
that cross has laid me bare.
Yet I know those all-consuming words,
“Forgive them they not know what they do.”
It is finished it is done why do I feel forsaken.
For those I love I was made a curse,
and hung upon that tree….
not spared but die in the darkness for all the world to see.
That dark and empty tomb
I was buried
no one knew the truth
nor conceived the fact,
that I would be back
But then that resurrection power,
came in that tomb with such force
It awakened my lifeless body
glorified by the Father’s mighty power
The Holy Spirit gave me life
for all the world to see
I’m now seated with my father
and satan is finally under my feet.
How I sing with joy,
dancing around his throne.
I am home now
everything is done.