The Shoes Of The Fisherman - The Final Walk
They led Him up a steep steep hill.
All of a sudden the crowd become still.
They tied Him to a cruel tree.
He hung and suffered so we would be free.
The blood flowed from His wounded side.
His precious mother her tears could not hide
As a river of blood began to flow.
It washed our hearts and cleansed our soul.
This gentle man who did no wrong.
Uttered not a word but was proud and strong.
He knew His father said this He had to do.
To save worthless sinners like me and you.
He was a man full of love with a kindly face.
He gave ...