At the Cross

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, no more gentiles no more Jew,

Jesus Arose from the dead, to set ALL men free
Now truth is revealed, so that ALL might see

By A.M.