There are three deep holes on the hillside,
The one they call Calvary.
Just wide enough and deep enough,
To have held the lower portion of a rough hewn tree,
For criminals crosses to fall down in,
When their sentence passed of guilty.
There were three holes in the hillside,
The one they called Calvary,
I thank God for those three holes
Mainly for the one for the middle tree,
From which Jesus died of His own free will,
For the eternal reconciliation* bought on Calvary’s hill.
*”For God so loved the world that he gave His one and only son that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16. N.I.V.