On A Hill Not Far Away

There was a hill not far away
With bones and stones and such.
It never was considered grand
Nor was it thought of much.

Until one day when crowds laid blame
On what they did not know.
Condemned to die, yes, crucified 
Was this lamb—pure as snow.

As suffering enveloped Him
The Father turned His face
To show the world real Love, real Truth 
To save the human race.

And on that hill not far away
His body taken down
And placed into an empty tomb
Removing thorn-made crown.

Then, three days’ hence the Father came
Redeeming His own Son.
And offering the very same
To each and every one. 

Oh, have you met this Jesus Christ?
Do you believe today?
It was for you He met that hill—
That hill not far away.