To the Hill of Golgotha By Richard Maxfield 4-21-2000 Priest shout out “Crucify Him” Our Prince of all the lands Convicted of his innocence As Pilate washed his hands Down the dusty road Cross up on his back Ever looking forward Never gazing back To the hill of Golgotha With his crown of thorns Bruised and battered Messiah His clothes tattered torn Mockers screaming insults As they nailed him to the cross Disciples pale with horror Thinking all is lost Between six and nine Darkness filled the sky Jesus cried out to God You have forsaken me, Why As He gaves up his spirit The earth began to shake Ripped the temple’s curtain Rocks began to break Wrapped in clean linen Entombed his body lay Seal upon the stone Guards there to stay Three days had passed The tomb where Mary sat An angel of the Lord Came to where Jesus is at Clothes as white as snow He rolled the stone away Mary ran off declaring HE HAS RISEN TODAY Among the harden souls A gentle lamb was born Destin to the cross The vial forever torn Walked amidst the peoples Teaching truth and love God’s only sacred son Sent from haven above He lived his life with passion To wash away our sin Though his body’s gone He shall come this way again Copyright # RM99R4Birth sign: Gemini
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