People gathering around for His trial,
Jesus with truth, judgment defiled.
Christ was sentenced to die, on the cross,
everybody thought His beliefs were false.

He knew that His life
was on the line.
Though He committed,
not a crime.

Soldiers gathered to mock and to maim,
to defy upon His Holy Name.
He was alone and yet not afraid,
for this was the choice He had made.

They stripped him
of the clothes he'd worn.
Placed upon His head,
a crown of thorns.

They had thrown Christ into the street,
carrying the cross, weary and weak.
As Jesus walked to the place of the skull,
closer and closer, the sky getting dull.

His eyes were,
unmoving and steadfast.
As Jesus walked
on that bloody path.

Upon the hill, Christ lies in torment,
people watching for His coming death.
Nails rip into Christ wrists and feet,
now Jesus' crucifixion is complete.

Soldiers lift the
bloody cross up high.
For all to see,
when Jesus Christ dies.

See His eyes close, nailed to the cross,
Jesus Christ yielded up His ghost.
Toward the dawn of the first day of the week,
Mary went to the tomb stone, Jesus to seek.

An angel said,
"He has risen from the dead."
For this is what
Christ Jesus had said.

Through His suffering and His strife,
it had to be done for eternal life.
He's the truth, the life, and the way,
so what are you waiting for,
accept Christ today.

Nothing to lose,
everything to gain.
When you step in the light,
into His reign.