A drop of blood, a single tear, the anguish, and the pain
The scorn of all, a silent king, one which could not yet reign
Now as He hung, this silent king, upon that crucifix
All could see, that just this once, our sin and God could mix
He took it all, our horrid sin, and claimed it for His own
We didn’t understand at all what only God has known
So as He hung, He thought back to that time so long ago
That day that He had come to life, that Christmas without snow
He then thought of when the wise men came, all gathered in a three
With gold, frankincense, and the myrrh which was His destiny
The myrrh represented His death, and oh, how this was true
But no one knew that He was God, this carpenter and Jew
His life was lived, for God’s glory, and all that could see light
All that took the better way, away from sin’s cruel bite
He chose the twelve to be His own and spread the news of hope
To help those who believe that by themselves can live and cope
But the time had finally come and He was to die
He knew this, but He did not even try to ask God why
He did it out of love, because it was the only way
As blood dripped off His forehead, He knelt on the ground and prayed
The soldiers came for Him and the disciples didn’t stay
They ran and hid, except for Peter, followed all the way
Oh poor Peter, so confused that he denied his friend
A friendship now was cracked which Peter said could never bend
Jesus was now forsaken by all that He held dear
But He would not forsake them back; He showed no dread or fear
Now that it was done and Jesus hung upon that cross
A description so hard that our words are at a loss
Oh, the wonder and the beauty of His very name
And the love that was so great, it overcame the pain
As He said that it was done, His heart did tear in two
He breathed a sigh for He had done all that He had to do
He shed a tear for all those who would reject His great love
He slumped His head, and returned back to His Father above
Now the soldiers pierced His side with a long and sharp spear
The blood that came out from His side had water oh, so clear
It breaks my heart to know that He had to die for my sin
That without His death that day, He could not enter in
So I will wait until He comes, or till He calls me home
For I now have a joy and peace that I have never known
The scorn of all, a silent king, one which could not yet reign
Now as He hung, this silent king, upon that crucifix
All could see, that just this once, our sin and God could mix
He took it all, our horrid sin, and claimed it for His own
We didn’t understand at all what only God has known
So as He hung, He thought back to that time so long ago
That day that He had come to life, that Christmas without snow
He then thought of when the wise men came, all gathered in a three
With gold, frankincense, and the myrrh which was His destiny
The myrrh represented His death, and oh, how this was true
But no one knew that He was God, this carpenter and Jew
His life was lived, for God’s glory, and all that could see light
All that took the better way, away from sin’s cruel bite
He chose the twelve to be His own and spread the news of hope
To help those who believe that by themselves can live and cope
But the time had finally come and He was to die
He knew this, but He did not even try to ask God why
He did it out of love, because it was the only way
As blood dripped off His forehead, He knelt on the ground and prayed
The soldiers came for Him and the disciples didn’t stay
They ran and hid, except for Peter, followed all the way
Oh poor Peter, so confused that he denied his friend
A friendship now was cracked which Peter said could never bend
Jesus was now forsaken by all that He held dear
But He would not forsake them back; He showed no dread or fear
Now that it was done and Jesus hung upon that cross
A description so hard that our words are at a loss
Oh, the wonder and the beauty of His very name
And the love that was so great, it overcame the pain
As He said that it was done, His heart did tear in two
He breathed a sigh for He had done all that He had to do
He shed a tear for all those who would reject His great love
He slumped His head, and returned back to His Father above
Now the soldiers pierced His side with a long and sharp spear
The blood that came out from His side had water oh, so clear
It breaks my heart to know that He had to die for my sin
That without His death that day, He could not enter in
So I will wait until He comes, or till He calls me home
For I now have a joy and peace that I have never known
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