One Cross
That cross upon a hill
Reminds us in lonely words
Still
Of a dying sacrifice
Every day while here
He walked, talked, cried
Then spread out his arms
On a piece of hard tree
To die
For us to justify
Only that one cross,
Although there were
Many others,
Turned us into closer
Sisters, brothers
So, listen to the words
It still whispers
Wreathed in a blood so red
Allow its words within
To ring out,
Out loud to be said
Found spoken on that tree
Some of the most important words
Ever intended for
Everyone’s life
They will surely suffice
Of,
A loving Christ’s purest
& most noble sacrifice!
SoulSails 