In my imagination I could hear God speaking clear
As He looked down from the heavens to those He held so dear
And then He spoke to Jesus as He sat near to his side
We need a plan to change their ways and their sins we need to hide
For sin cannot be covered, it must be washed away
By blood as pure as the driven snow, that is the only way
And Jesus said I’m ready, if my destiny is to die
Then they looked into the future and they both began to cry
That cross then loomed before them with agony, hate and scorn
And it held the beloved Son of God, wounded, weary and worn
But then they saw much farther for they saw the open grave
Amazing grace came to life, God’s love for man displayed
And that old rugged cross makes the difference
For it’s there God’s plan was conceived
And He’s knocking at man’s heart in his Glory
Saying won’t you please come and believe
And in my imagination, I could hear God speak to me
Please go and tell my story that all may then believe
And tell them gaze at that old cross and at that empty grave
I loved them so I stretched out my arms and their sins I forgave
