On a hill
He climbed that day
So much pain and agony
Stripes from flogging
A crown of thorns
A shoulder torn
From the burden
Of that heavy cross
On a hill
They raised His cross
Nails piercing
His hands and feet
Soldiers gamble
Away his clothes
As blood pours
From his soul
On a hill
He cries in strain
His last words
For all to hear
Confirmed his death
His mother’s tears
Romans fears
Thunder booms
On a hill
Into his mother’s arms
Disciples whimper
Tomb secured
Three days later
Resurrected and blessed
Wonder and excitement
Filled the rest
On a hill
It all began
Now is complete
Alpha and omega
Beginning and end
Lover of souls
Forgiven sin
Savior of all
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