Two wooden beams, three nails fastened my Jesus to the tree
My eyes tear up, because I cannot believe the loving sacrifice
There are times when I am lonely, there are times when I have felt forsaken
Nothing compared to your voice beckoning me to come
On the cross my sins were forgiven
On the cross my stains were washed
On the cross my past was forgotten
On the cross my future was seen
A scar of love written across your heart
An emblem to remember that you care for me
A cry upon Calvary’s tree, why oh why have you forsaken me
I didn’t know you then but it was so I could live free
A soul crying out for mercy
A heart longing to be free
A mind wanting to be pure
An unforgettable revelation about what it means to be sure