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