The Quest For The Cross!

A dream from nowhere came to me, I dreamt I searched for Calvary! I walked along God's streets of old! I saw God's Temple crowned in gold! I watched the Romans, Gentiles, Jews. Barabbas? Jesus? They must choose! They choose Barabbas! Christ must die! The wicked cried out, 'Crucify! ' 'No, no! ' I shouted, 'Leave Him be! ' The Lord looked up, then looked at me. A loving smile adorned His face, Yet He must die to take my place, For I have sinned and know this well, Without Christ's Blood I'd go to Hell. I followed Jesus to the Hill. They pierced Him, made His Blood to spill. Beneath the Cross I wept and wept All through the night my body slept. Yet with the miracle of dawn, I rose from sleep, at peace, reborn!