CALVARY!

Calvary! Not a mountain,
Not even a hill,
Just a mound of earth
On which to kill
My Saviour.

Calvary! Outside the north wall
Of the Temple great
Where a mocking crowd
Was so filled with hate
For my Saviour.

Calvary! Where the jeering mob,
As they push and shove
Toward the foot of the cross,
Receive nothing but love
From my Saviour.

Calvary! The nail-pierced hands,
The thorn-crowned head,
The spite of the priests
Who wished Him dead -
My Saviour.

Calvary! Where ONCE FOR ALL
Sin’s price was paid,
For all mankind’s sins
That day were laid
On my Saviour.

Calvary! “Father, forgive them”
“I thirst”, “Woman, behold thy son”
Why hast thou forsaken?”
“IT IS FINISHED!” The work was done
By my Saviour.

Calvary! ‘Twas done for me -
For you as well!
Praise be to God!
He conquered hell!
He’s my Saviour.

a. franklin staples

Copyright © 1986 by A. Franklin Staples