The Cross
It draws me near in humbleness,
It shows the love so many miss
hate, laughter, scorn, and shame,
from those who know not His name.
As I look it stands alone
Wait!! It's pointing my way home.
Standing tall with strength and height
I will!! I will not forget my plight.
I must hurry! witness, shout, and pray,
telling others of this way.
The cross, the cross, that mighty tree
is where a friend died for me
Quick! hurry! don't delay,for Jesus
just might come today.
Try not to stumble, please don't fall,
If you do just give a loud call,
Jesus! help! I'm on my way
I want to be saved , to trust and obey.
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