Come to Calvary
Stand upon that lonely hill
For a moment
Let the Roman centurions grab you
Feel the fear
Smell the stench of death
You are the criminal
About to feel the pain
Of judgment for your sin
If you say, “What sin?”
Then you are free to go
But if you admit your guilt
You are condemned to die
Someone must pay the price
Just as you lay upon the cross
The hammer swings up high
But the hand of an angel stops
The mighty blow to pierce your flesh
You start to thank the angel
They you fully realize
Someone, your best friend
Has laid down on the cross
In your place to suffer
Before you could say no!
They pierced his hands
Pushed you out of harm’s way
And raised him up for all to see
Behold Jesus hanging on the cross
Stand closer, watch, and listen
He took your place
Hanging on your cross
You stand before Him speechless
You want to thank Him
But you don’t know what to say
Jesus, I love you!
If only I could soften the pain
He refuses the numbing wine
When I realized there was nothing I could do
I fell to the rocky ground
Laying there I wept
I heard Jesus talk with God
Gradually I opened my tear stained eyes
My hands were covered with blood
Jesus called to God then died
Suddenly there was a release
My fears vanished
The heaviness in the air lifted
Even the centurions started to praise God
I stood to my feet and stepped back
There hung my savior with all my sin
Dead on my cross
At that moment I sensed the bond
The promise of eternal life
I committed to serve Him forever!
~ by John H. Nye
