At the Cross I met Him in the garden, at the place of Gethsemane I watched Him walk down to the cross of Calvary The burdens of the world, He did take in prayer With groaning and weeping He did tarry there, I looked into his eyes and saw the plan of salvation The sorrow’s He did carry, was for each and every nation His brow drip with blood, His heart ached with pain But He knew that man’s redemption would not be in vain. The dusty road to the cross our iniquity he bore Became the keys for tomorrow, that would open heaven’s doors His broken body hung with His arms stretched wide Beaten, bruised, and spitted on with stripes upon his side, His obedience to His Father, He became the sacrificed He gave up His authority, As He was the Messiah, the Christ The blood that was shed at the cross of Calvary Was the price that was paid for all of eternity. His spirit left his body as the earth began to shake The prince of darkness realized, he had made a mistake The veil had been rent in two Now...