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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!

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