Cross

I am standing at the cross remembering Now I am going to the tomb, the tomb of my First Love, mourning, mourning my loss. How could they kill my Christ, my Savior. The sweet tears running down I savor. Oh God, my God what have they done My Jesus is dead, my Number One. He has to live, He cannot be dead. Yet He knew, He knew he going to die, oh dread. He told me that He loved me, that He'd die. He died to save me from my sins. Oh I cry, cry when I kill my Savior with my sins, my sins, my black sins. Yet He gives me the Robe of life I am perfect in His sight. I know now why He paid the price the perfect price of love. I know You are in Heaven with Your Father, Your Perfect Father to give us His Son the Son of Man