The Hill

There from my window In my mind I can see Three crosses lined up On the hill -----Calvary In the middle the tall one One on each side Representing the place Where my Jesus had died I can hear on the wind A plaintive wail As into each hand They have driven a nail His arms are bound tight To cross timbers of might To hold His young body Throughout the long night I can see the sharp lance Driven hard in His side By the soldiers that gambled And some that had cried His head dripped of blood From the crown that He wore His life slipped away He would breathe no more And yet He arose From the crypt Oh so cold To sit with His Father On thrones made of gold From His station on high He can see what's ahead And be able to judge The quick and the dead And when Gabriel blows That sound on his horn We will all be forgiven On resurrection morn The sins that we all Have committed within Will be washed by His blood And forgiven by Him He promises this In the Book I have read Just ask for forgiveness And your sins He will shed His only request is To walk in His way And be blessed by our Jesus Throughout everyday!