This cross, this cross
I know so well,
each wood-grain scar,
each bloody dell;
each splinter broken
from this tree,
which once in him,
is now in me;
each splinter growing
like a knife
that plunges deep
with worship’s life;
a sacrifice
my life to be,
for Him, for Him
who died for me.
Jesus Christ died and AROSE on the THIRD day, and HE is ALIVE at the RIGHT HAND SIDE of GOD our FATHER who art in HEAVEN!!
Beautiful.
Thanks, Cheryl 🙂