My Favorite Song

The most beautiful and the saddest song I’ve ever heard, Was the Old Rugged Cross as I hung on to every word. It brought sadness the brutal way our Savior died, And the way He was mocked, and so viciously crucified. But His death was short lived, His prophecy He fulfilled. He suffered His death like any mortal man, Succumbing to the pain that was part of the plan. Beaten and bruised before being nailed on that cross, The day the world experienced it’s greatest ever loss. And, yes I do I cherish that old rugged cross with all my heart. Knowing that He died for me helps me to play my part. And the beauty part of the song is where I lay my worldly trophies down, Knowing that the Lord Himself holds for me my crown. Sometimes I see visions of those crosses on that hill of so long ago. And I feel like crying out, Stop this madness, Stop it don’t you know? Then reality awakens me to thought that this deed has already been done. Nailed on that cross, Jesus Christ, God’s only son What He Gave, Was probably our only way for us to be saved So yes I will cling to that old rugged cross, For without what it stands for we all would be lost.