There you hang on your cross, and I on mine.
I looked over to him:
“Can I take those thorns from your head? Can I remove the nails piercing your hand? Can I stop the blood staining the ground below you? No one should die because of me!”
He turned and smiled:
“Can’t you see my son? It’s not long that I will be dead. The scars will remain, the ground will be red, but the sand below will dry. Always remember that It’s all for my glory!”
[Chorus]
There you hang on your cross, and I on mine.
I’m a guilty man and my sentence is justified.
You’re innocent; and you don’t deserve to die.
Foolishly, I spoke again:
“The world does not see that they will receive the same. All that we can do is bow our heads in shame.
How can my final breath not only be in regret?”
Gasping for air he said:
“Someday they will all see that there is hope, and I will lift all blame. Raise your head, and promise me that you will never forget!”
There you hang on your cross, and I on mine.
I’m a guilty man and my sentence is justified.
You’re innocent; and you don’t deserve to die.
Finally I believed:
“Lord if this is true; remember me in your kingdom! Make me clean in your eyes!
And he turned and said:
“Truly I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise”
Then he looked to the heavens and cried, “Eli, Eli, lema sbachthani! My God why have you forsaken me! Father I commit my spirit to you! Forgive them, for they know not what they do”
There you hang on your cross, and I on mine.
I’m a guilty man and my sentence is justified.
You’re innocent; and you don’t deserve to die.
The earth shook and the sky turned dark just as he died
The tears mixed with blood as I cried
The people scattered and the curtain tore
Together at the skull we were suspended on that precious wood
A man gave his life for mine; he did more than I ever could.
He came to heal the blind; he came to comfort the poor.
Turned the water into wine, and calmed the sea from shore to shore.
There you hang on your cross, and I on mine.
I have no words to express
If only sooner I had opened my eyes
And can only pray it’s not too late, and you will remember me
But in my dying moments I will give everything
