A cross of wood
Tis the carpenters son on a cross of wood
To slay him the soldiers in hood
tis day in calvary stood
blood of lamb shed for good
Tis the King born in a manger
Yet to none a stranger
time he cried for water
yet to get bitter vinegar
Tis the son of Almighty in heaven
Times in the cross he cried seven
For Our dues he made even
A Prayer for his foes to be forgiven
Tis the son of God crowned with thorn
For our sins his flesh torn
For tis the pupose he was born
Darkness to end in a joyous morn
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
A cross of wood
Tis the carpenters son on a cross of wood
To slay him the soldiers in hood
tis day in calvary stood
blood of lamb shed for good
Tis the King born in a manger
Yet to none a stranger
time he cried for water
yet to get bitter vinegar
Tis the son of Almighty in heaven
Times in the cross he cried seven
For Our dues he made even
A Prayer for his foes to be forgiven
Tis the son of God crowned with thorn
For our sins his flesh torn
For tis the pupose he was born
Darkness to end in a joyous morn
