Far away and long ago,
i see a cross of wood,
it's not for me it was for Him,
i thought i understood.
As i walked along life's path,
i'd thank Him day by day,
for hanging on that cross for me,
my price for sin to pay.
The path He chose to lead me down,
was full of joy and pain,
the joy i thought for faithfulness,
the pain for guilty stain.
We circled once then back again,
always returning to that cross,
my burden growing heavier,
instead of being lost.
The third time as we came around,
my eyes began to see,
He had to come down from that cross,
to make room there for me.
He had hung upon that cross,
to pay my price for sin,
now i must hang there till i die,
to prove my love for Him