The Cross Was His Own
The Cathedrals
They borrowed the stable, that first Christmas morn
They borrowed the manger, where Jesus was born
The son of God, had no place to call home
But on Calvary's mountian, the cross was His own
From the lad Jesus borrowed the fish and bread
He blessed it, and broke it, and thousands He fed
He healed a crippled man, and another man's home
But on Calvary's mountian, the cross was His own
The cross was His own, where He died all alone
For yours sins and mine, He left His heavenly home
No kindness or mercy to Jesus was shone
But on Calvary's mountian, the cross was His own
He borrowed a room, where His friends gathered 'round
He borrowed a donkey, to ride into town
He borrowed a garden, where He prayed all alone
But on Calvary's mountian, the cross was His own
The cross was His own, where He died all alone
For yours sins and mine, He left His heavenly home
No kindness or mercy to Jesus was shone
But on Calvary's mountian, the cross was His own
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