The Story of the Cross by Don Randolph - HTML preview

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I SAW A WORD CARVED IN A TREE

IT SAID REPENT I HAVE SET YOU FREE.

GAZING CLOSER I CLEARLY SAW

THE LIVING WORD CLOTHED IN AWE.

I FELL DOWN FAST UPON MY KNEES

AS ROYAL BLOOD DRIPPED DOWN ON ME.

I LIFTED UP MY BLOOD DRENCHED EYES

I HEARD HIS VOICE, IT MADE ME CRY.

I GAZED BACK UP AT CALVARY’S TREE

AND SAW THE CROSS HE BORE WAS ME.

I KNEW THE CROSS WAS NOT HIS OWN.

YET THERE HE HUNG UPON MY THRONE.

HE SAID “MY FRIEND FORGET THE PAST

THE CURSE IS GONE YOU ARE FREE AT LAST.

THEY NAILED THESE HOLES INTO MY HANDS

TO GIVE YOUR SOUL A PLACE TO STAND.