Matthew 27 — The Cross
Morning came, the council met,
Plans were sealed without regret.
Judas saw what silver bought,
Returned the coins — too late the thought.
Blood money scattered on the floor,
A field named death forevermore.
Jesus stood while lies were spun,
The Innocent before the judge’s son.
Pre-Chorus
Guilt confessed could not undo
What hardened hearts had chosen through.
Chorus — The Cross
Behold the cross, where justice stood,
Love poured out in splintered wood.
No crime found, no wrong confessed,
Yet judgment fell upon His chest.
The cross — where mercy took the blame,
And sin was named… and overcome.
Verse 2 — Barabbas Chosen
A crowd was stirred, a choice was made,
The guilty freed, the Just betrayed.
“Crucify!” their voices cried,
As truth was handed over to die.
Pilate washed his fearful hands,
But blood still soaked the shifting sand.
A crown of thorns, a mocking robe,
The King was clothed in borrowed scorn.
Chorus — The Cross
Behold the cross, despised and torn,
A King enthroned in pain and thorns.
Hail the Christ they laughed to see,
Blind to heaven’s victory.
The cross — where hatred had its say,
Yet love refused to turn away.
They led Him out beyond the gate,
A hill called Skull, the hour late.
Simon bore what flesh could not,
The weight of sin the world forgot.
Nails were driven, garments torn,
Lots were cast, His name adorned
Above His head in cruel decree:
“Jesus, King of the Jews,” to see.
Bridge
They wagged their heads, they hurled their shame,
“Save Yourself — prove Your claim.”
Even thieves added to the scorn,
Creation groaned while hope was torn.
From noon till dark the sky withdrew,
As Jesus cried what few could view:
“My God, My God, why am I forsaken?”
The cost of sin was fully taken.
He drank the cup, the last was said,
His spirit bowed, His body dead.
The earth shook hard, the rocks were split,
The temple veil was torn in it.
Graves were opened, the dead arose,
As heaven marked what darkness chose.
A soldier spoke what truth had won:
“Surely this was God’s own Son.”
Behold the cross, the price complete,
Where death was crushed in love’s defeat.
The Lamb was slain, the debt was paid,
The curse undone, the path was made.
The cross — not loss, but victory,
Where God redeemed humanity.
They wrapped Him gently, laid Him down,
A borrowed grave, a borrowed ground.
A stone was sealed, the watch stood fast,
But heaven knew — this would not last.
The night grew still, the work was done…
The dawn awaited Resurrection’s Son.
