CALVARY NOT CAVALRY

Ever spend your night in a mud hole (*)

With rain water pouring in?

I did but God sent an angel

To warm without and within!

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Think that same angel warmed the Savior

Through cold and pouring rain?

Of course he did and the suffering

For me again and again!

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They called me Preacher and Padre

Though I never told them anything.

The men knew nothing about me

Just maybe a bird on the wing.

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Sky Pilot, this designation

Stuck, I think, respectfully.

They saw me take many chances

That might have, could have killed me.

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There was little respect for Jesus,

Religious folk tortured Him!

He taught, He healed, and He suffered!

Still love for all within!

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We know He wept often!  Perhaps

From the hill of Calvary.

He wept for the men who would kill Him

And surely for even me!

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They whipped Him until His blood flowed,

Same blood that cleansed my soul!

They beat Him, lashed, and then crucified,

And that is what made me whole!

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Contradicting, scoffing, ribald laughter!

Snubbed, taunted, spat on, jeered,

Knowing that He would die on a cross.

Yes, of course, I am sure He feared!

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How could I think that?  As man He died!

And they did what I did to Him!

Yet I know the provision that He made

He would do it again and again!

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I lost 30 pounds during that fray

Gained it all back and 30 more!

Do not think that will matter much

When I get to that forever shore.

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(*) The war in a fox hole.

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Sam Cox 11.09.05

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