A CROSS
A CROSS, A CROSS,
ON A DISTANT HILL,
IT'S VACANT NOW,
'THO STANDING STILL,
IT REMINDS ME AND YOU
OF THE PRICE THAT WAS PAID
TO SECURE OUR REDEMPTION,
WHEN LOVE DIED, THAT DAY.
T'WAS MY SIN AND YOURS
AND THE SAVIOR'S GREAT LOVE,
THAT MET ON THAT CROSS,
GOD'S GIFT FROM ABOVE.
GENERATIONS OF MEN,
HAVE COME, LIVED AND DIED,
WARS, MISERY AND HORROR,
WITH HATES CORD TIED.
VOLTAIRE, "CHRISTIANITY WILL DIE!"
LENNON, "WE'RE MORE POPULAR THAN HIM!"
THEY AND OTHERS, DEAD AND GONE,
DIDN'T KNOW, LOVE PAID FOR THEIR SIN.
ISN'T IT PECULIAR, ODD,
MAN PREFERS EVIL'S HELL!
HE'D RATHER CHOSE SELF,
THAN GOD. WHY? CAN'T TELL.
THE SAVIOUR HIMSELF
PAID FOR ALL MAN'S SIN,
SO, WHAT'S LEFT FOR YOU?
JUST THIS, LET JESUS IN!
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