Alone At the Cross

ALONE AT THE CROSS The people had left one by one, the man had bowed and died, His last three words were, “It is finished”; loudly He had cried. The soldier took the sharpened spear and pierced it in His side. Now He was gone, that final one, and I was now alone. An unknown one who watched it all, I wondered at the sight, How for three hours the midday sky became as black as night, I’d heard what they had done to Him; He now looked such a sight. He was the one they said who came for sinners to atone. The air was still, His body hung there on that rugged tree, Disciples who had followed Him all took their turn to flee, Now no one else was standing there; it was just Him and me. And in the stillness of that place a voice came from above, “This is My own beloved Son, I’m very pleased with Him, He’s paid the final price for man to pardon him from sin. Now everyone who trusts this blood will have Him enter in.” And then I knew what it all meant when He said, “For God so loved.” I was alone there at the mount, As one who thought I did not count, But as I saw that precious fount I fell upon my knees that day, And unto Jesus I did pray, Asked Him to take my sins away. As I arose I knew somehow that things were different then, I had a purpose new and strong--it was to live for Him. And I was sure as I stood there that had I been alone, He still would have died upon that cross for my sins to atone.