Roma Writer's Group

The Works of F. Robert Kelly

CRUCIFIED

Verse 1

Two thousand years ago,
On some old hill far away,
A saviour bled and died,
To take or sins away.
Chorus

CRUCIFIED!

On a cross two thousand years ago,
A saviour bled and died.

YES HE DIED!

And you've just what they said,
As they laid the crown of thorns, upon his holy head.

They all call you King of Peace,
But we call you King of the Jews,
If you save yourself from that cross,
We will worship you!
Verse 2

There was man to the left of him,
Who jeered with the people,
But the man on the right said,
"Forgive me Lord for I have done evil",
And Jesus said, "I tell you, no lies",
"Today you will be with me, in my paradise!"
Chorus

CRUCIFIED!

On a cross two thousand years ago,
A saviour bled and died.

YES HE DIED!

And you've just what they said,
As they laid the crown of thorns, upon his holy head.

They all call you King of Peace,
But we call you King of the Jews,
If you save yourself from that cross,
We will worship You

Verse 3

As his life, it drained away,
And the sky grew quickly dim,
A guard who was watching there,
Said, "he IS the great I AM".
Verse 4

As he died he said, "it is finished",
And the curtain tore in two,
They saw he was the Lamb of God,
Sacrificed for you and me.
Chorus

CRUCIFIED!

On a cross two thousand years ago,
A saviour bled and died.

YES HE DIED!

And you've just what they said,
As they laid the crown of thorns, upon his holy head.

They all call you King of Peace,
But we call you King of the Jews,
If you save yourself from that cross,
We will worship you!
Verse 5

As the fire wreaks the lands,
He will come again,
To guide them to his father's hands,
To heaven with him.
Verse 6

He will show no mercy,
To the evil and the bad,
Cause they've wasted every last chance at redemption,
They have ever had.


Chorus

CRUCIFIED!

On a cross two thousand years ago,
A saviour bled and died.

YES HE DIED!

And you've just what they said,
As they laid the crown of thorns, upon his holy head.

They all call you King of Peace,
But we call you King of the Jews,
If you save yourself from that cross,
We will worship you!

Chorus

CRUCIFIED!

On a cross two thousand years ago,
A saviour bled and died.

YES HE DIED!

And you've just what they said,
As they laid the crown of thorns, upon his holy head.

They all call you King of Peace,
But we call you King of the Jews,
If you save yourself from that cross,
We will worship you!

CRUCIFIED!

End

© F R Kelly 1999