Salvation

Take me to the cross
I don’t feel a care
If I feel I’m lost 
I’ll no longer dare
On a hill of moss
And a virgin flare

Take me to the cross 
If you feel it’s fair
And the the gory boss
On whose arm I tear
Oh be no more loss 
And no daily care

Take me from the cross
All that I can bear
All the dead’ning dross
Is no longer there
Tarnish is no loss
And no hunger here
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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