The Cross (short version) what the cross means in my life He came to me from nowhere touched my hand and said I have something to show you And into the night He led. He took me to a green hillside Where a great wooden cross stood Asked me what I saw there if I understood. I looked at the cross saw rivers of red Fountains of blood someone had shed I looked at my life saw it black with sin And all of a sudden the Savior walked in The blood of the cross I touched with my hand the love of the Savoir slowly began I see how His blood although it is red Can turn our black sin to white I see how his love and unfailing grace Can bring us back into the light I see through the cross what Christmas now means A promise through out all the land I see through the cross how He died and rose To bring Gods redemption to man.
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