Eerily quiet there it stood still
That old rugged cross
Upon the hill
A shadow strewn across the face
Of the one who died
For the human race
Such pain suffered
Such a loss
As they hung him high
Upon that cross
With bloodied crown
And anchored feet
His demise reluctantly
He must now meet
For all of us
Our sins to bear
Sacrificed
truth is
Do we care
If your heart is closed
filled with doubt
Please read his words
Then you'll find out