He made the ocean with only a tear.
The sound of His voice made dragons appear.
He sculptured the mountains with such great skill.
For when He made Calvary, It was more than just a hill.
More than a mountain, where thieves were crucified.
He became a fountain for the thirst He had thrive.
When He cried in His village, All Heaven stood still.
Yeah, when He made Calvary, it was more than just a hill.
I was condemned but He took my place.
I was in sin, my sins He erased.
He prayed forgive them, while His blood spill.
God signed my pardon, on Calvary's hill.
It was more than a mountain, where thieves were crucified.
He became a fountain for the thirst He had thrive.
As He cried in His village, all Heaven stood still.
For when He made Calvary, it was more than just a hill.
As, He cried in His village, all Heaven stood still,
yea when He made Calvary, it was more than just a hill.
It was more than just a hill.

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