I give you the sun,
and I give you the rain.
I give you the air to breathe,
and I give you the grain.

I give you the mountains to climb,
and I give you the sea to explore.
I give you words to rhyme,
and I give you lions that roar.

But you never look up once to thank me
for the blessings I have given thee.
And you’re always much too busy to think of me,
yet I love you and will wait for you,
pray you’ll come to see.

I give you the birds that fly,
and I give you the earth and sky.
I give flowers that bloom,
and I give you the stars and moon.

But you never look up once to thank me
for the blessings I have given thee.
And you’re always much too busy think of me,
yet I love you and will wait for you,
pray you’ll come to see.

- – - written by Milton L. Delgado

I say something rude
to someone who’s lost,
And I’ve ruinded my witness,
But they will pay the cost.
So I nail in the nails.

Can anyone see the Lord through me,
Or do they simply see my sins?
Am I living the life Christ wants me to,
Am I living the life of man?
So I plunge in the spear.

And when I fail to pray,
and my conversations with Him fade,
Does He patiently wait for my call,
Though it causes Him pain?
And I place the thorns upon His brow.

I lead a life of double standards,
One day good, the next one bad.
Can He quietly stand by
When He sees all I could have had?
And I ridicule my Lord once again.

For you see,
Each time we turn our backs,
and return to the world of sin,
It is then that you and I,
We crucify Him again.

- – - written by Brandy Cambell

He carried His cross despising the shame
To the place of the skull, Golgotha by name
And there with two thieves, His friends’ hopes all lost,
Was man’s greatest error now hung on a cross

He held back His power, His glory was veiled
He silenced His tongue as accusations were railed
He submitted His body to torture and pain
And saw through it all a glorious gain

Oh what sight could hold Him, this King of all Kings
What glory awaited that only shame brings?

The One who spoke galaxies, wisdom and life
Laid aside all His power without any strife
And WHY would He do it? The question looms large
Accept accusations, absorb every charge

The smoke finally clears as the veil rips away
And eyes filled with tears see truth bright as day
Humbled and willing I bow to my knee
Jesus! Oh Jesus! You did it for me…..

- – - written by Cindy Blackamore