The Dream G

One night as I lay on my pillow, While asleep in a dream I did go
To the place where they crucified Jesus, On that old rugged cross cruel and cold
Where the greatest love story was written, Visualize with me if you will
Our Savior wrote us that morning, As He carried the cross up the hill

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And I saw those nails, Those old rust nails
And the crown made of thorns that He wore
So sad was the scene, That I cried in my dreams
So great was the pain that He bore
They scorned and they mocked, He drank the bitter cup
As He hung there with two common thieves
For He had to fulfil, His Father's own will
And I was right there in a dream

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As I stood there on top of mount calvary, In His face I could hear His sad cry
From the sixth hour till nine there was darkness, In my dream oh so helpless was I
I thank Him for that day on the mountain, The price that He paid was supreme
In my heart I will carry a picture, Of what I saw there in a dream