THE THUNDER ROLLED

The day grew dark and the thunder rolled,
And the earth did shake, so the story goes.
In agony His mama cried,
And His best friend John, stood by her side.
He said Friend, when this deed is done,
Care for my mother become her son.
A world of sin rested on His back,
Pain and suffering there was no lack.
His Father even turned away from Him,
He could not look on that world of sin.
On a cross He hung, between two thieves,
Only one of them dared to believe.
He was the one sent from heavens throne,
To rescue him, to take him home.
The soldiers gambled, for his clothes,
With a spear, His side they smote.
An innocent man hung on that tree,
He took my sins and rescued me.
And the day grew dark and the thunder rolled,
And the earth did shake so the story goes.
In agony His mama cried,
And His best friend John stood by her side.