Crosses and Crowns

I see the cross so large, heavy, and high
I see the Man walking to this place to die
I see men beating, mocking, and killing Him
I see the inevitable darkness begin to set in
I see them set up the cross, the place of death
I see Him stumbling to the cross, out of breath
I see them nailing Him there hands and feet
I see the family and friends as they weep
But then I hear the grave shake with fear
I hear Him rise a go from there
I hear Him saying, “I’ll come again”
I hear the whole earth worship Him