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 But there was something wrong
And when I turned
He was gone
Blinding me His song remains reminding me He’s a bandit and a heartbreaker
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 heartbreaker
My Jesus was a cross maker
Yeah, Jesus was a cross maker
(here's a verse Ms. Sill wrote, which Warren leaves out:
maybe he thought he had enough thunder on this record, already:
I heard the thunder come rumblin'
The light never looked so dim
I see the junction git nearer
and danger is in the wind
And either road’s lookin’grim
Hidin’me, I flee, desire dividin’me
He’s a bandit and a heartbreaker.
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker
Yes, Jesus was a cross maker)