Golgotha is the place where Jesus was slain,
He took upon Himself the world's suffering and shame.
Roman soldiers beat, hit, and whipped His body.
Oh, to hanging shreds they tore apart that body.

He could've stopped it all, yet have fallen into sin,
But He let the whip fly and shred His skin.
He stumbled half-naked with a splintered cross on His back
With a trail of His own blood dripping in His tracks.

They used long iron nails and a hammer of lead,
"Not a bone shall be broken", is what the Lord said.
He hung on the cross and the people did say,
"Blessed is the man who died here this day."

He died for you, for me, and the list will never end.
Your heart, life, and soul He shall surely mend.
He rose from the dead in 3 days, alive and well.
For all the world to spread and to tell.

He's calling for you, but are you listening?
He wants to be your loving King.
His free gift of eternal life is yours for the taking.
The decision is yours for the making.

© 2003 Xenophonic Scream (Kae Lunde)