I close my eyes and think about Calvary
I see it happening right in front of me
The back that bore the whip
The head that held the crown of thorns
What if I was there
Would I even care, would I even care
Or would I only stare
What if I was there, just a face in the croud
As He marched up that hill
I can picture Him still in my mind
All the blood and the sweat on His brow
As He passed me on by, I could see in His eyes
That His pain was a gift of His love
He was the sacrifice - the Lamb
And He paid the price for me
The price for you and me
You and me
He made the deaf to hear again
He called the sinful man a friend
He walked that hill for me
So my blind soul could see
As He marched up that hillI can picture Him still
I close my eyes and think about Calvary
I see it happening right in front of me
Two criminals were there
With one on either side of Him
One hurled insults - and one believed
And one believed
Which one am I