Haven't posted in far too long, but I haven't been completely idle.
An Easter Song.
Where were you when they crucified my Lord?
Where were you when they crucified my Lord?
Were you washing at the stream?
Only He can leave you clean.
So where were you when they crucified my Lord?
Where were you when they hung Him on the cross?
Where were you when they hung Him on the cross?
Weere you searching for your way?
Only He can make it plain.
So where were toy when they hung Him on the cross?
Where were you when they villified His name?
Where were you when they villified His name?
The sun was turned away
And the sky wept with shame.
So where were you when they villified His name?
Where were you when we crucified my Lord?
Oh where were you when we crucified my Lord?
Were you standing in the crowd
When we hurled the insults out?
So where were you when we crucified my Lord?
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
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