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The Way of the Cross
by The way of the cross was a pathway of shame Which sinners would travel with guilt to their name The way was of suffering, the way was of pain And those who would travel were never to come back again But there was a man with no sin to His name And He walked the pathway of our guilt and shame His way was of suffering, His way was of pain And those who condemned Him thought never to see Him again He traveled a road that none would desire And He died a death which none would admire All so that we would not have to go On the pathway of shame-- on that deadly road He endured suffering, He endured pain All to remove the guilt from our name Placed in a tomb In a cold, empty grave But those who thought never to see Him again? They were met with the news that He rose from the dead Three days in the grave death could not hold Him down With power to save, and grace that abounds He came up from the tomb, traded grave clothes for glory This is our hope, this is the story Of how we can be saved by the truth, life and way Of how all our sins can be washed away Of how God alone has the power to save The power to rescue our lives from the grave The way of the cross is the way of salvation The way of the cross is the hope of all nations The way of the cross is the way to be free Come to the cross-- come be made clean Come and find peace and life everlasting Come and find joy, Ever surpassing our deepest desires is the hope that He gives He is our Redeemer Our Savior He lives. Copyright Jenna Fernandez www.eternalencounter.com Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |