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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.

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