Twas a day dark and Gray,
upon a hill so far away;
that our Christ was impaled;
with His hands and feet nailed,
there upon the old and rugged cross.
The crowd stood at His feet,
in the dark oppressive heat.
As they gazed upon His serene face,
of His fear there was not a trace,
For He knew that He was going home.
And the ground was red below,
as the blood of Christ did flow;
from out of His hands and feet,
telling of mans monstrous deceit;
as they crucified Gods only son.
During that long and silent day,
the crowd did hear Him pray.
And when His time was near,
the clouds were rent in fear;
shot through with the light of God.
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