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Music - "When He Was On The Cross" - Kenneth Copeland
His Father Cried
by Frances M McCrory-Meservy 2 March 2014
He was arrested in a Garden
And though innocent chosen to die.
There would be no pardon
Satan riled the crowds with a lie.
They beat him with whips
So our healing would come.
A crown of thorns into his head rips
So our worries he would overcome.
And his Father Cried
As they led him away.
His tears he dried
On resurrection Day.
They drove nails in his hands
And spikes into his feet.
It must be so - he understands.
Yet this was not his defeat.
His cross lifted against the sky
And the world began to sway.
As our sins covered him to comply
His Father had to turn away.
And his Father Cried
As they led him away.
His tears he dried
On resurrection Day.
They pierced his side and blood flowed
And sin was washed away.
He did all this and bestowed
Eternal life on us that day.
He died that day in horrible pain
And was placed in a grave of stone.
On the third day he rose to reign
In royal robes on a great throne.
And his Father Cried
As they led him away.
His tears he dried
On resurrection Day.
He gives us faith to believe
That all he did was free.
He gives us his grace to perceive
That we have the ability to agree.
Our sins were washed away in one day
And he rose in power on another.
He is the truth, the light and the way
Before Jesus there is no other.
And his Father Cried
As they led him away.
His tears he dried
On resurrection Day.