On the mount of cavalry hanged my love
My love song He sung
A sweet melody in my soul
A coarse voice pulling through the orchestra chords
The agony of my should have been soul, broken
In loud pain he sung the chorus
Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani

On the mount of calvary hanged my love
My self I saw on the cross
My shame he wore
My sin he bore
My pain he endured
Till he could take it no more

On the mount of calvary hanged my love
Burying my head in shame, I should have
My sin and iniquities I chastised
In arrows I shot them at Him
Like a javelin throw, I gave Him my spits
Yet he kept mute and pleaded my course from the father

On the mount of calvary hanged my love
His crown he gave for my torn
For my sin sake
Darkness gloved His light till it was no more
In the tomb of death He was shut
The price of my sin He paid.

On the mount of calvary hanged my love
His garment they casted lots for
Their greediness they displayed over His poverty
A sign for mankind He gave
That His poverty is glorious than our riches
And so… my poor life He took
His rich life he gave

On the mount of calvary hanged my love.
In the darkest tomb His light shown
His light was the life of men
The greatest abominated, He gave a His life
Himself He shared for all
The power of death He stilled
The captives He set loose

On the mount on calvary hanged my love
The tomb He plundered
In desolate He left the kingdom of the dead
An empty tomb we sing His victory
His glory He gained

What a love song I sing
That the life I once lived I live it no more

By John Mefful

John Mefful is a virtual assistant and a freelance writer in diverse fields. He was born and groomed in the dark vegetation of Africa, Ghana to be precise. He is an Alumnus of the University of Cape coast, with strong writing and oratory skills. He is passionate about writings which challenge status quos.

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