Jesus Was a Cross Maker

Sweet silver angels over the sea
Please come down flying low for me

One time I trusted a stranger
'Cause I heard His sweet song
It was gently enticing me, there was something wrong
When I turned, He was gone

Blinding me, His song remains reminding me
He's a bandit and a heart breaker
My Jesus was a cross maker

Sweet silver angels over the sea
Please come down flying low for me

He wages war with the devil with a pistol by His side
He's always chasing him out of windows
And He won't give him a place to hide
But he keeps His door open wide

Fighting him, He lights a lamp inviting him
He's a bandit and a heart breaker
My Jesus was a cross maker
Yeah, Jesus was a cross maker