THE THIRD MAN
Last night I dreamed I took a walk up Calvary’s
lonely hill, The things I saw with my own eyes
could not have been more real.
I saw upon three crosses three men in agony;
Two cried out for mercy…but the third man just looked at me.
Oh, the pain in this man’s eyes broke my heart in two!
It seemed I could hear the third man say:
“I’m doing this for you.”
I knelt beneath the third mean’s cross, and slowly bowed my head,
I reached out to touch his feet,
and it stained my hand’s with red.
And when I heard him cry in pain, I raised my eyes to see;
Blood spilled from the third man’s side…
and some of it spilled on me.
The third man wore a crown of thorns,
spikes held him to the tree,
I heard him cry, “My God, My God,
why hast thou forsaken me?”
And those who mocked him cried,
“King…save Thyself if thou art King!”
and then the third man died.
I heard the thunder roll, and saw the lightening pierce the sky.
Then third man was still hanging there, and I began to cry.
I heard the boulder fall, and saw the breaking of the ground.
And then I awoke, and thou I dreamed;
I touched my cheek
And found my eyes were wet where I had cried.
A DREAM? I wished I knew—
I can still hear the third man say,
“I’m doing this for you.”
— Song written by June-Ellen Scott of the Scott Sisters and sung by Loretta Lynn