Calvary Hill

I was runnin’ on empty, lost in the night,

A heart full of trouble, no hope in sight.

But then I heard the story that changed me still—

About a man who climbed Calvary Hill.

On Calvary Hill, love bled for me,

The Lamb of God died to set me free.

Nails in His hands, thorns on His brow,

He could’ve walked, but He stayed somehow.

For God so loved, He paid my bill—

With every drop on Calvary Hill.

I’ve seen broken hearts and weary souls,

Tryin’ to fill what only Jesus knows.

But mercy calls through that cross so still,

That stood one day on Calvary Hill.

On Calvary Hill, love bled for me,

The Lamb of God died to set me free.

Nails in His hands, thorns on His brow,

He could’ve walked, but He stayed somehow.

For God so loved, He paid my bill—

With every drop on Calvary Hill.

It wasn’t nails that held Him there,

It was love beyond compare.

Three days later, that grave was bare—

And now I’m free, ‘cause He still cares.

On Calvary Hill, the sky went black,

But Heaven opened, and grace fought back.

He wore my shame, He bore my guilt,

Salvation flowed from Calvary’s hill.

For God so loved, and loves me still…

It all was done on Calvary Hill.

Yeah, it all changed… on Calvary Hill.