Behold the cross on which was hung
Life’s very Lord, God’s only Son;
Mary’s own babe, so cold and so still,
Helpless before her on Calvary hill.
Nails in his hands, nails in his feet,
A traitor kiss upon his cheek;
And his pierced heart, now broken in two,
Love crucified for me and for you.
Eyes that won’t see, ears that won’t hear,
Lips that deny the friend once so dear;
Slowly he turns and captures your eye,
Then passes on to Calvary to die.
Behold the cross of Christ in our midst:
All those who bear his wounds in their flesh.
Suffering for crimes of mercy and peace,
Signs of the kingdom on Calvary street.
Behold the cross on which was hung
Life’s very Lord, God’s only Son;
Mary’s own babe, so cold and so still,
Helpless before her on Calvary hill.
(Lyrics from Behold the Cross - Bob Hurd)
I love this Easter song, it always brings a tear to my eye... it sums up Good Friday perfectly for me.
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