Last nail was driven, facing death with no fear,
nonbelievers kept walking, as others stood in tears. Hanging there all fearless, our sins were the cause,
hands high as I pray, standing below the cross.
Tomorrow marks the day, that he rose from the
tomb, cold, distant people, in thought they still assume.
As the truth sets in purging, the resurrection of the Lord, from the beautiful angel sounds, ole so lovely
chords.
Jesus shared all his talents, to others rock they
toss, as when he arrives from heaven, I'll be standing
below the cross. The tomb they found was empty, he
healed a leprous man, his existence as he proved, the
footprints in the sand. No matter of the time day, all
worldly things are lost, washing the feet of Jesus Christ,
I'll be standing below the cross. *VeepLee*
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