They Know Not What They Do

When my Lord was on Calvary’s tree,

When he was sacrificing his life for me.

So close was he to his death,

So close to taking his last breath.

He was thinking of forgiveness for me and you,

As he said, “forgive them, for they know not what they do”.

Then he sighed and hung his head,

And the Roman soldiers confirmed that he was dead.

For three long days his body lay in that hill,

While he was fulfilling his father’s will.

My Lord, death’s key he did win,

And at last on the third day, he arose again.

After he went up, to heaven at last,

After telling others of his past.

He forgave them again, me and you,

As he said, “forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

Alica Hall