On Calvary’s Tree


I have stood at the foot of my Saviour’s cross

And my heart has held all other things but loss;

I have seen Him there hanging on Calvary’s tree

And I knew He was dying, yes dying for me.

I have stood by the tomb where my Lord was laid

And the stone was rolled back, for the price was paid,

And I’ve knelt at His feet my redemption to claim.

I am waiting each day for my Lord to come,

Soon the trumpet will sound and He’ll call me home;

And it won’t matter then how the path was here

For His nail scarred hands shall dry every tear.

And I’ll praise His dear name through eternity

For dying, for rising, and coming for me!


By Barbara C. Ryberg