Today's Life Lessons
The Picture of The Cross
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I
know
of
a
story
too
dear
to
hear,
It comes in the form of a Cross,
It's a tale that's lasted two thousand years,
It can not be hidden or lost.
It comes in the form of a Cross,
It's a tale that's lasted two thousand years,
It can not be hidden or lost.
The
sight
of
the
Cross,
all
on
its
own,
Requires no words to make clear,
Its image is old and very well known,
Yet, each time it is seen, it brings tears.
Requires no words to make clear,
Its image is old and very well known,
Yet, each time it is seen, it brings tears.
It's
a
picture
of
shame,
of
grief,
and
of
pain,
A tale of the Blood of the Lamb,
There's no need for words; its vision explains
Quite plainly God's plan for man.
A tale of the Blood of the Lamb,
There's no need for words; its vision explains
Quite plainly God's plan for man.
The
Cross
speaks
volumes
without
making
a
sound,
We need only to see where it's pierced,
And look on the ground for a dropped thorny crown,
To know of suff 'ring and anguish most fierce.
We need only to see where it's pierced,
And look on the ground for a dropped thorny crown,
To know of suff 'ring and anguish most fierce.
I
cringe
from
the
sound
of
silent
screams
heard,
Some of them coming from me,
For that sight of the Cross without any words,
Is almost too deafening to see.
Some of them coming from me,
For that sight of the Cross without any words,
Is almost too deafening to see.
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