(Don Reid)

There were tears in the eyes of Jesus
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
On the spirit of things yet to come
In 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
The side that no one could see
On the spirit of things yet to come
In the future of you and me...