IF I COULD PAINT A CROSS OF WOOD

WITH JESUS HANGING THERE,

I DON'T KNOW, REALLY, IF I COULD

PAINT MY SAVIOR, OH, SO FAIR.

HIS BLOOD HE SHED, HIS LIFE HE GAVE,

AS THE SAVIOR OF THE WORLD.

I SEE EACH DROP OF BLOOD HE GAVE

AS A TEAR-SHAPED LIFE UNFURLED.

EACH DROP THAT FELL FROM THAT TREE

WAS FOR THE SAVING OF THE WORLD,

HE GAVE HIS LIFE FOR YOU AND ME,

SO WE COULD JOIN HIM IN HIS WORLD.

WHEN HE WAS SCOURGED, BEFORE THE CROSS,

WITH A TERRIBLE CAT-O-NINE-TAILS,

THERE WERE BITS OF METAL AND GLASS IN IT,

THAT TORE HIS FLESH MUCH WORSE THAN NAILS.

HIS HOLY BLOOD DROPPED FROM THE TREE

IN TEAR SHAPED DROPS AND STREAMS,

HE GAVE IT ALL FOR YOU AND ME,

THIS TRULY HAPPENED, DON'T YOU SEE?

FOR SECULAR SCRIBES OF HISTORY

WROTE ABOUT JESUS OF NAZARETH

JOSEPHUS WROTE OF JESUS OF NAZARETH,

HE DID NOT BELIEVE AT THAT TIME,

I AM NOT SURE IF HE EVER BELIEVED,

YET HE WROTE OF MY SAVIOR, DIVINE.

I CAN SEE HIS BLOOD DRIPPING FROM THAT TREE,

THE BLOOD HE SHED FOR YOU AND ME,

EACH DROP AND STREAM MEANS LIFE FOR US.

IF WE DIE, WE SHALL BE RAISED FROM THE DUST.

PRECIOUS, OH, PRECIOUS IS HIS BLOOD,

GLORY, GLORY TO MY SAVIOR KING.

I HONOR HIM WITH A FLOOD OF TEARS

OF JOY, AND TEARS OF THANKSGIVING.

THANK YOU, MY GLORIOUS KING,

I GIVE UNTO YOU MY LIFE TO BRING

GLORY UNTO YOURSELF THROUGH ME,

IN ANY WAY THAT YOU WANT ME TO BE.

I CANNOT PAINT THE CROSS OF WOOD

WITH MY SAVIOR HANGING THERE,

MY HEART WOULD BREAK, EVEN IF I COULD

PAINT MY SAVIOR, OH, SO FAIR.