AN EMPTY CROSS MEANS VICTORY
Helen M. Sanders

I watched silently from the hill
as they led my Lord to Calvary
They made him drag along his cross
Rejoicing in His misery

The soldiers shouted amidst the cheers
so happy to see his agony
They yelled at him with vile sneers
Hang this King upon the tree.

They made the thorns into a crown
and placed it on his sacred head
For it was blood they wanted now
It mattered not that His be shed

Oh, the agony I felt for Him
As they nailed Him to that piece of wood
I prayed and begged for them to stop
But no one did –for no one could.

They raised the cross up in the air,
saying, if you’re the Christ like you say
Then let yourself come down from there
and let us see you walk away

Again, they mocked and took His Robe
casting lots with hateful glee
They drank and cursed and carried on
Beneath the wretched hanging tree

I saw the pain upon his face
I saw the blood flow from His side
I heard Him forgive them from that place
knowing that He soon would die

His head fell then upon His breast
He offered up His life, His sou
l None of us knew at the time
That all along this was His goal

He died that way so we might live,
that cross was meant for you and me
He took our sins upon Himself,
we gave to Him that savage tree

If he could do all this for us,
so we could live eternally
Why can’t we give him all our trust
and go to Him on bended knee

Today I look upon the hill
and see the cross stands all alone
My Lord’s no longer on the cross
He’s risen to His Heavenly throne

Thank God I know he died for me
to live today within my heart
Without His love I lost would be
Oh Lord, my God, how great thou art