Still He Died
When I think of Calvary
I think of how Jesus died for me
Who else could love me more than he?
His all he gave
That we might me saved
Just to think how he suffered, bled and died
Brings tears to my eyes
He knew he would be rejected
By those he loved the most,
But still he died
I know I couldn’t have done the same
He never placed blame
In spite of being hurt again and again,
He had love in his heart until the end
He could have asked that he might live
Instead he asked that God would forgive
He could have had honor and fame
But he let it all slip by,
Still he died
He hung on the cross
To save a world that was lost
He paid the cost for you and I
A crown of thorns was placed upon his head
Nothing was said
Willingly he suffered the pain
Again and again
He was stoned
Until he was gone,
But his love lives on.
On the hill of Calvary
Jesus died for you and I
His own life he could have saved,
But he loved us so much that he gave
He gave his life so that we might live.
Knowing that all would not heed his call
He gave his all.
In my mind this picture replays
Any words I could say would never be enough
My mind cannot begin to understand
The wonder of his plan
He sacrificed
He paid the price
He gave his life
For you and I
He suffered the hurt and the pain
Again and again
He could have had honor and fame
But he let it all slip by
Still he died
copyright Patricia Newman Harris