At the Cross
When headed towards the doom
I heard someone calling ,
calling me to the cross .
When I a wretch so full of sin ,disgraced and full of filth .
Could anyone love me ,was all that I thought .
For I knew ,I was not good enough for anyone to choose.
But at the moment ,at the cross
My Saviour's blood washed my guilt away .
Renewed I was like a young lamb ,
leaping towards that glorious place.
Where all the sins are washed white as snow
where there is no tear or pain ,where all is as new as it was in Eden .
When the Lord created man after His own heart.
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