No, it was not a fairy tale.
I happened on a bloody trail
where groove in dirt had pushed aside the stone.
I walked awhile, then I could tell
by scattered stones that someone fell
while other prints had proved him not alone.
As I wandered,
I wondered.
The sky was dark because of clouds.
but from a distance, I saw crowds.
The screaming that I heard brought me a chill.
Continued I, to walk a spell,
and then I saw it, saw it well -
three silhouetted crosses on the hill.
As I wandered,
I wondered.
Upon the crosses were three men.
I heard loud screams again, again.
I closer got- as this all seemed so odd...
The one between the other two
had uttered prayer- and then I knew
that He indeed was the true Son of God.
As I wandered,
I wondered.
He screamed to Father, breathed His last.
The earth had quaked with such a blast.
For words, I was completely at a loss.
Because my sin had put Him there,
I knew that this just wasn't fair.
It should have been me nailed to the cross.
As I wandered,
I wondered.
Yes, from a manger, virgin womb
and to a planned, but borrowed tomb,
assigned, were guards, each minute of the day.
Subdued and saddened, few had spoke -
but then I heard that Christ awoke -
and I had seen the stone was rolled away!
As I wandered,
I wondered.
An angel of the Lord I saw.
My jaw had dropped. I stood in awe
and knew that I was standing deep in sin.
So I gave Jesus everything -
for He arose and now I sing!
Through precious grace, He's coming back again!
I wonder,
but don't wander any more.
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