The day my savior was put to death,
The day He breathed His last breath;
Unto a place that is called Calvary,
The place where He was nailed to a tree.
Things really did look so very grim,
As the crowd shouted "Crucify Him!"
While soldiers had parted His clothes,
Were being divided amongst His foes.
Sadly while still able to see His face,
That the Son of God being in disgrace;
Yet still able to hear Him as they ensue,
Forgive them not knowing what they do.
He was mocked by soldiers standing by,
While a few others mourned as they cry;
But a soldier showed pity as Jesus thirst,
Gave a rag with vinegar the he immersed.
On about the sixth hour the darkness fell,
Storm clouds brewing like casting a spell;
As Jesus says, "Father, we reached our goal,
Into your hands I will commend my soul."