WHAT WAY WILL YOU SWING?

There is an old swing, such a story to bring
When I see it hanging on its chains
From the trees lofty bough, I shall try to tell how
The story of the Cross it explains

How people will swing, it’s a strange thing
To see them change their opinions so readily
For Jesus they lauded and Him they applauded
But now cried for His death most steadily

Pilate swung with the crowd, when they cried out loud
Crucify Him and spill His blood on the ground
They thought it was good to swing Him up on the wood
Yet no guilt in Him was ever found

So they swung His arms out, fixed His hands time about
With nails and a hammer, swung away
His feet were nailed through, then between thieves, two
His cross was swung upright that day

So there on a tree, on Calvary you see
Not growing but Life was on its bark
For God’s Son that He gifted, was on it lifted
Suffering as early day grew dark

Evil was on the upswing, but I’ll tell you this thing
Good was the winner that day
Jesus is able to save for He conquered the grave
And the devil over the redeemed no longer has sway

What way will you swing, now that is the thing
What way will you swing below the Cross tree
For they swung Jesus high, just to watch Him die
And on it He died for you and me

Will you swing along with them, and Jesus condemn
What way will your answer be
Will you swing back to your sin, or forward to win
What Jesus bought for you when He was swung on that tree

Colin Moffett

Photo courtesy of Patricia Moore...thank you Patty!