The Third Man

Last night I dreamed I took a walk up Calvary’s lonely hill
The things I saw with my own eyes could not have been more real
I saw upon three crosses three men in agony
Two cried out for mercy and the third man he looked at me And oh the hurt in this man’s eyes that just broke my heart in two
It seemed I could hear him say son I’m doing this for you
I knelt beneath the third mean’s cross and slowly bowed my head
I reached out to touch his feet and it stained my hand’s with red
And when I heard him cry in pain I raised my eyes to see
The third man wore a crown of thorns spikes held him to the tree
And I heard him say oh my God my God why hast Thou forsaken me And there within a mighty crowd the ones who mocked him cried
King save Thyself if thou art King and then the third man died
Suddenly I heard the thunder roll I saw the lightening pierce the sky
The third man was still hanging there and I began to cry
I saw the boulders fall and heard the breaking of the ground
Then I awoke and though I dreamed I touched my cheek and found
My eyes were wet where I had cried a dream I wished I knew
I still can hear the third man say I’m doing this for you