Mad men have often dreamed of power To crush and slay at will, The things which stand before their press Of greed and lust to kill. They nailed Him to the rugged cross That stood on Calvary, high Then sneered and mocked Him in His grief And laughed, that He should die. They did not know how weak their power, How brief would be their mirth; That sinful lust can never kill What God has given birth. For three short days they praised the deed That sent Him to His doom, And then the answer came from God; There stood the open tomb. He walks the streets or country lands Wherever men may be, He lives to share His love with all Throughout Eternity! -- Unknown