The Cross of Grace

The sky turns dark, the earth begins to shake

Echoes of a heavy burden, the world’s heart aches

Silent whispers of the suffering, a story unfolds

A tale of sacrifice, in shadows it’s told

Upon the rugged hill, the crown of thorns pressed tight

A soul in agony, a body barely alive

Carved into wood, a symbol of pain and grace

Love poured out in crimson, for the human race

They mocked and scorned, yet He stayed true

He cried out to his father, forgive them for they know not what they do.

Darkness in the clouds.. thunder in the sky. He was thinking of you, when he hung his head and died

Crucified for love, on that lonely hill

The greatest story ever told, a sacrifice so real

The nails drove deep, yet hope was set free

In His suffering, our salvation’s key

Blood falling like rain, washing away the stain

A broken world redeemed, in His pain

Darkness cannot hide, the love that died

But in that silent tomb, love was reborn, revived

Now the stone rolled away, dawn’s first light

Victory over death, shining bright

Remember the love, remember the price

Forever in our hearts, His sacrifice.. forever in our hearts, his sacrifice...