The Cross
The cross
A place where our sins bind
And was washed with blood shed
The cross
A place where with pains
He bore ur shames
The cross
A place where precious blood
Was spilled oon mother earth
An atonement for sins
Yet to be committed
The cross
The place where darkness ripped the earth
And heaven took back its glory
The cross
Where forgiveness was born
And engraved.......but yet
For only these times of grace
The cross
A place where our relationship was established
But yet a choice we have to make
The cross
A door way opened
Communication directly
Between God and man......!
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