Long ago you walked down the road
Splinters in your back
You carried a cross meant just for me
My sin painted your innocence black
While you were on the cross
Were you thinking of me
As the tears rolled down?
Daily I nail you to that tree
And I am weaving your thorny crown
Sweet Jesus, won't you come down?
Jesus, come down
And now I live in the shower of your blood
Washing me pure as snow
And I rejoice in what was done
On that hill long ago
While you were on the cross
Were you thinking of me
As the tears rolled down?
Daily I nail you to that tree
And I am weaving your thorny crown
Sweet Jesus, won't you come down?
Jesus, come down
