Lean
That cross,
Slick & sticky
from the red flood
Of your precious blood
Soaking, dripping
from above
Down to me
Each precious drop
A powerful weapon
Only it has power to stop
satan’s hatred,
storm of fury
cruel & angry,
Against our lives
As you took
Your last breath
I am left
Knowing your death
Won my freedom
While I lean my head
Against the wood
Rough & hewn
By man carved
only to disgrace
I gaze upon your
Lovely dead face
Knowing you are
Returned to your
Rightful throne of glory
I will sit at your feet
On this blood-soaked ground
I do not care if I am found
Sitting here
Leaning into your cross
I know heaven’s deepest loss
Has returned my life to me
So may it ever be
For each & all of those
Who unafraid will dare
To lean into your cross!
King Jesus
May I always live
Leaning against your cross!
SoulSails 