The Ancient Hill: A Good Friday Contemplation


What is that there on yonder hill

Awash with red so deep?

What does it have that draws me near?

What secrets does it keep?


My heart is caught, my eyes are set

Up to that hill I tred

There’s something there, I know not what

But oh, that deep, deep red


I hear the story, I know it’s true

but I do not know the why

A man, they say, but more than a man

went to that hill to die


For me? I ask, but why for me?

What did I e’re do wrong?

And then I heard a still, small voice

Sing out an ancient song


There was no answer I could give

upon that old, old hill

I saw the red, I heard the cries

I know I always will


For me, for me, I hear the song

I weep because it’s true

He came, He loved, He gave his life

For me, and friend, for you.


Upon that hill, that ancient hill

I always want to stay

For there I know my Savior bled

and set me free that day


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