The Third Cross

A wasted life, now it's too late
No time to make amends
No time to put things straight
As madness called him to the edge
He looked down through the years
Held for all to see
Upon the third cross

In blinding pain, He fought for breath
Wondered when this hell began
Wondered where this hell would end
The anguish in His mother's eyes
Tore His heart in two
As she watched her baby stretched
Upon the third cross

Upon the third cross, a dying man
Upon the third cross, His life is gone
Upon the third cross, His guilt is shown
And justice will be served on the third cross

An angry crowd, He heard them cry
"Save yourself, Son of God
Save yourself or die"
He heard the man beside Him say
"Forgive them Father, please"
As they tore His clothes in two
Beneath the third cross

His hour had come, He felt it near
"God, if there is any mercy
God, I beg You, can You hear?"
And as He turned His head
He looked upon the Lamb of God
And love was shining down
Upon the third cross

Upon the third cross, a dying man
Upon the third cross, His life is gone
Upon the third cross, His guilt is shown
But mercy flowed that day on the third cross

For in that moment, time stood still
And fear and death were gone
As he cried, "Lord Jesus, remember me
When You come into Your own"

Upon the third cross, a dying man
Upon the third cross, His life is gone
Upon the third cross, His guilt is shown
But mercy flowed that day on the third cross

Today in paradise from the third cross
Together for eternity from the third cross
Today in paradise from the third cross
Together for eternity from the third cross...