I close my eyes and think about Calvary

I see it happening right in front of me

the back that bore the whip, the head that held the crown of thorns

what if I was there

would I even care, would I even care

or would I only stare



What if I was there just a face in the crowd

would I hide in shame or would I laugh out loud

would I pity Him or think that He is just a fool

another criminal

or just the truth, or just the truth

He is heavens jewel



As He marched up that hill

I can picture Him still in my mind

all the blood and the sweat on His brow

as He passed me on by, I could see in His eyes

that His pain was a gift of His love



He was the sacrifice-the Lamb

and He is the great I AM

and He paid the price for me

the price for you and me-you and me



He made the deaf to hear again

He called the sinful man a friend

He walked that hill for me

so my blind soul could see-could see



As He marched up that hill

I can picture Him still in my mind

all the blood and the sweat on His brow

as He passed me on by, I could see in His eyes

that His pain was a gift of His love



I close my eyes and think about Calvary

I see it happening right in front of me

two criminals were there-with one on either side of Him

one hurled insults and one believed-and one believed

which one am I?