HE MADE A SACRIFICE
He made a sacrafice
On the cross where He laid.
The work of His beauty
Stunned in dismay.
He looked down apon us,
His soul very tired,
A gentle smile
Was all that was required
To mend the bleeding,
Hurt,
Needing.
He looked down apon us
With love and care.
For his children
He will always be there.
He floated softly
In vast skies of gray
Because He made a sacrafice
On the cross where He laid
