Walking With Jesus

Wooden Cross

There beside that wooden cross
I stand with head bowed low;
I know He suffered there for me
On the hill of Calvary,
Just because he loved me so.

I feel the love and mercy there
And forgiveness for my sin;
I know He'll heal my wounded soul
And bring me back into the fold,
If I will only let Him in.

I gaze upon his gentle face,
His sacrifice I clearly see;
Then I offer Him my praise
And my hands I slowly raise,
As I fall on bended knee.

There beside that wooden cross
As the tears begin to fall;
I realize it was for me,
And my heart breaks silently,
When I hear his whispered call.

© 2013 Fay Herridge

Walking With Jesus

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