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Towards that rugged cross


1,Towards that rugged cross I daily crawl
Sometimes with half dose of fears
Sometimes with a bucket full of tears
I persevere even though I am not alone
With faith I climb that height of stone
To see those long nails in his palms
And the show of anguish in his eyes
To behold that crown of thorns of his head
To see that blood flowing to the ground
Into his flesh those sharp irons went
He shouted and screamed for the pains he felt
At Calvary, there he bore all the pain
There he washed all my sins away
There he paid all without remains
And yet he loves me more
He called me a friend rather than a foe
Unto that flesh wrought with intense pain I touched
The body of Christ laid for my salvation
Restitution made for my redemption
And all he asked is, I believe in faith through his grace

2. Towards that altar where my life was purchased
I walk out of that dirty spot; away from those evil slots
To where he took my heavy cross of sins
At Golgotha,
King of kings crucified in the hands of criminals
 God of all gods hanged on a wooden cross
Hail, the king of the Jews
The lord of lords beaten black and blue
Blameless but nailed for my iniquities
Sinless but wears the thorns for my trespasses
He resurrected to bring life into me anew
Words of mystery became mystery of words.
Like Jonah in the belly of the fish
O Death, where is your sting?
O Hades, where is your victory?

3. Towards that cross I will daily crawl
With faith covered with smiles of Grace.
To wipe my tears, to cast my fears
Towards that cross, I will lay all my faults.

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