The Hanging

I thought of the sinful deed I'd done,

and I know it wasn't right.

Her funeral is tomorrow

but they're hanging me tonight.

I stood there in the downpour

with a heavy heart and trembling hands,

I took the life of the girl I loved

and that good for nothing man.

I looked to God for safety,

but he wasn't to be found. 

I cried "Oh Lord forgive me.

If I hang please cut me down."

But I  knew what I deserved,

that death would be the price.

A mighty bolt of lightning

showed me the face of Jesus Christ.