After the Cross
After the Cross
By Franklin Price
4/5/2015
After the cross
On the hill where he died
With nails hands and feet
Spear wound in his side
Crown of thorns on his head
All his blood he had lost
All of this did for us
Oh my God what a cost
They laid him away
In a tomb with a stone
He arose in three days
For our sins did atone
Met his disciples
Showed them all his scars
To show it was him
Not a fake Christ by far
Told them they had seen
As no future man would
For those faith must do
To believe if they could
Then shortly thereafter
To heaven he went
He had done all on earth
For which he was sent
He did it for us
For forgiveness of sin
If we believe that it happened
We won't see him again
We will see him the first time
When to heaven we go
For us he died on the cross
That's all we need to know
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