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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