Don Francisco
Don Francisco
Don Francisco
Don Francisco
Don Francisco
Don Francisco
Don Francisco
Don Francisco
Don Francisco
Don Francisco
Don Francisco
My story isn't one of faith
It's one of doubt and shame
And the cowardice, the fear of men will bring
Through all His tribulations
I never dared to take a stand
Though all the while I knew He was the King
Almost all the others
On the Council had agreed
But I thought that all their threats
Were only talk
'Til they began to speak of murder
And in the end, I had to leave
When they asked me
Which disciples could be bought
Early in the morning
I was wakened by the shouts
When a man ran through the courtyard
Down below in a panic
Shouting, "Jesus had been taken
The Council's been convened
And they're going to try to kill Him now I know"
No one who'd been seen with Him
Even knew about that trial
When I arrived, there was just an empty hall
When I finally found them
I could not believe my eyes
He was being scourged before them all
The crowd cried out for murder
But He never made a sound
And at last, they led Him back inside the door
When Pilate brought Him out again
And said "Behold The Man"
I couldn't hold the tears back anymore
For He bore no resemblance
To the one I used to know
From His face you couldn't tell He was a man
From the beatings and the lashing
And the thorns upon His head
He stumbled and He almost couldn't stand
Pilate wanted to release Him
But the crowd just screamed and roared
Until at last, he let them have their way
And they took Him out to Golgotha
And I followed far behind
Afraid to look and afraid to turn away
Slowly I drew closer
Till the light began to dim
And a sudden silence spread across the land
And at noon, it grew like midnight
As if no one were allowed
To witness what was happening to this Man
“My God, My God, what have I done
To turn your back on me?”
His scream of anguish echoed down the hill
And it seemed I heard the misery
The sickness and the sin
Of every man who ever lived or ever will
In agony, He raised Himself
And He pulled against the nails
Just enough to fill His lungs for one more cry
"It is finished! Father, unto You
I now commit my life!"
And He breathed His last
And He bowed His head, and He died
Before the sun had set
We took His body from the cross
And washed it of the gore of all His wounds
And we wrapped Him in the linen
And the spices that we'd brought
Then we rolled the stone across the tomb
At first it was the women
Then Peter said so, too
Then two more came from Emmaus in the night
And then He Himself was standing there
And His glory filled the room
And the darkness in my soul was filled with light
When He turned to me
It seemed the others disappeared
Then He touched me and I saw His hands and side
And the words He spoke to me alone
Drove all my fears away
And lit a fire that's burning deep inside
Then He told us all, as God sent Me
I am sending you
To destroy the work of Satan and to preach
Preach deliverance to the captive
And the gospel to the poor
That heaven has come down within their reach
So now as He's commanded
I am here before you all
With a courage that I know is not my own
To tell you that He's risen
Jesus is the Lord
And salvation now is in His name alone
Jesus is risen, the battle is done
Yield to His Spirit, worship the Son
Take His forgiveness, let healing start
Jesus is Lord now, open your heart
Jesus is risen, the battle is done
Yield to His Spirit, worship the Son
Take His forgiveness, let healing start
Jesus is Lord now, open your heart
Jesus is Lord now, open your heart
Open Your Heart was written by Don Francisco.
Open Your Heart was produced by Al Perkins.