There were nails in the palms of His hands
There were thorns in his brow and only God could know how
Much pain he could withstand
There was blood all around the hillside
As a mother mourned her loss
And we all stood to gain from the heavenly pain
On the other side of the cross
On the other side of the cross
The side that no one could see
Hung the Spirit of things yet to come
Hung the future of you and me
And what He gave that day on the cross
not one bit of love has been lost
Hold my hand, stand up and say if you were there on that day
On the other side of the cross...
