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.