The Crucifixion

The Rooster crows, it must be dawn

Reminds me of that fateful 'morn

Where on a cross He had to die

And so few wondered, reason why

The world to save, and conquer sin

Thus with His life, each soul to win

A cross to carry, up the hill

Just there to hang, His heart grow still

Three trees or crosses, row on row

Down the trunk, their blood to flow

If Son of God be e'er set free

He did no harm, as doth did we

A flash of light, a time or two

Then from His lips, fast turning blue

"Into thy hands, My voice Thou hearest ,

into Thy hands, command My Spirit"

The darkness passed for all to see

The Son of God, upon the tree