I woke up today and couldn't write
And I thought it was a page fright
Then I remembered how we weren't right with the Father

Even while we were in Rome
He left his home searching for our soul that was ropped 
And there we took a flight on his feather to go faster with the Father

He kissed the Cross for our curse
And at the same spot turning left and right on the Cross with an excruciating pain 
Which he endured to make us His gain.

Even when he didn't request for money, we asked, give us money
And He said I'm plenteous in mercy even to silent all your mourning
And that gives us harmony

When he didn't request for gold, we asked, give us gold
But he said I've made you bold even in grace and that's why I was sold

And didn't stopped there
He has made us His joint heir 
So as to preach the Gospel even here
And finally made us aright with the Father's affairs.

I love the man on the Cross of Calvary