HEY LORD

HEY LORD High upon a hill, where the sun is going down Where the grass stand still It's trying ti reach the sky There stand three wooden crosses Where holes from nails were bored Three men died upon them Theifs they were called Two men died in pain No one there to care Come closer to the middle one A figure is still nailed there Hey Lord, why are you doing this for me Hey Lord Hey Lord Why are you doing this for me? Hey Lord He's been nailed up there For many many years Until his time has come He will stay with out no fear Bleeding with so much pain His Spirit hurting him Each time we do something wrong He's there to bare that sin His eyes open up so wide Looking into space Blood still pouring down Tears upon his face Hey Lord, why are you doing this for me Hey Lord Hey Lord Why are you doing this for me? Hey Lord He is willing to stay there As long as it will take For us to come to him in our decision Before it is to late The brightness of that cross Is slowly going dim Our time is running out For us to excempt him The crosses are getting darker Darker as I see My life has taken in his love For he has died for me Hey Lord, why are you doing this for me Hey Lord Hey Lord Why are you doing this for me? Hey Lord