The Cross (That Day at Calvary)

She weeps, she mourns
She agonize over the pain he bore
His flesh was torn so that she could be made whole.
She does not understand why the sacrifice He made
For a world so underserving His blood He gave
That day at Calvary, oh sweet crimson flow
On the cross He saved the many He adores

She weeps, she mourns
She agonize over the pain He bore
Her tears quench her thirst and she cries
"Lord! Lord! Why so much hurt?"
She knows nothing He has done justifies the brutality but yet they continued to whip Him
She closes her eyes trying hopelessly to hide the pain she feels for what she saw that day at Calvary
Where at the cross she lost her king

She weeps, she mourns
She agonize over the pain He bore
And images rush through her mind like a volt of electricity in a power cord
Bang! There goes the nail in His right hand
Clam! They hammer a nail into His left
Knock! Knock! They pierce His feet with a nail so big it looks like a knife fit for a giant
And out pours what is left of His blood,
Never before has she seen so much blood
On His head a crown of thorns he  wear
"All hail the king of Jews!" they mocked and cheered

She weeps, she mourns
She agonize over the pain he bore
"My God! How much blood will you lose to prove to me that for my sins you paid this high price"
With pain rocking His body, He clenches His teeth and the human in Him begins to speak,
"Eli, Eli Lama Sabachthani?"
"Father, Father why hast thou forsaken me?"
She fell to her knees and cried,
"My Lord! Come down let them crucify me"

They pierced His side!
"Why!" she cried
Was not the lashes enough?
Was not the heavy cross He carried enough?

She weeps she mourns
She agonize over the pain He bore,
We can only imagine the pain she feels
We were not there that day at Calvary
When for our sins His blood He gave
Blood so rich and pure,
Scarlet, but washes whiter than snow
That day at Calvary oh sweet crimson flow