On Top of That Mountain

On top of this mountain, I stand to proclaim, That Jesus Christ our Savior died for our sins, He reaped all the blame. On top of this mountain, I have to look up, And think of His disciples on that last supper, as they sipped from His cup. On top of this mountain, you can feel the anxiety as He knows His time has drawn near, On top of this mountain, I see Him being led away by the soldiers and the outcome is painted quite clear. On top of this mountain, I see Him tried, sentenced, and abused, On top of this mountain, I see Him brutalized, beaten and so wrongfully accused. On top of this mountain, I see Cavalry and the crowd gathering round, On top of this mountain, I hear the ringing of the hammer as it makes such a sickening sound. On top of this mountain, I see three crosses raised to the air, On top of this mountain, I see my Savior and He is covered with blood everywhere. On top of this mountain, I hear the words our dear Savior spoke on that last day, On top of this mountain, I heard Him ask His Father to forgive us, the last thing I heard Him say. On top of that mountain, the deed was finally done, On top of that mountain, God showed us His love, the greatest sacrifice ever, His only Son.