
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!












