Mournful Things - Preson Phillips

Mournful Things - Preson Phillips
Oh this is the midnight hour of victory
Come and see
A mournful garden where a sinless man is grieved
And there a King
Among the peasants and the carpenters and theives
His glory seen
Not in crowns but gentle words and healing deeds
Sing Sing Sing
Sing the song of the redeemed
And bring bring bring
Heavy hearts and broken hands before our King Oh
Calvary's mournful mountain climb with me
And we shall see a sight that sets us free
See in chains
Shown the way departs Gethsemane
A friend will lead to such an evil place
He can't forgive his deeds
Arraigned in peace
Not a word of ill this judgement hall shall see
Hope released
In silent fear and trembling learning of his fate
Sing Sing Sing
A joyous song of mournful things
For here our King
Made a villain and a lie hung from a tree
Oh calvary's mournful mountain climb with me
And we shall see a sight that sets us free
To see you as a man
Loving eyes and calloused hands
Your words have opened eyes
Brought riches from insolvent lives
Dealt a traitors fate wit
Roman nails and to hold your weight
And suffering as you die
Still pleading for afflicter's lives
Morning falls take the path to where our savior laid
One last look to view the fate of all
Who'd follow in his wake
There we see what only prophets can describe
An empty cave
A man in white proclaiming Jesus is alive
Sing Sing Sing
This is the story of a King
And speak these things
Let resound proclaiming death has lost its sting
Calvary's mournful mountain climb with me
And we shall see an empty tree
Calvary's mournful mountain climb with me
We shall see a sight that sets us free