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Thank You for the cross






The crown of thorns, the blood you shed and the weight of the cross are borned by You for me.




Why do I felt so alone, walking down this stony road.
You promised that You will never leave me but when I turned around, You weren’t there.
Where are you my Lord, I cried, but You were nowhere within my sight.
You must have not hear me call or even remember me at all.

Why do tears drench my pillow every night, and there is no one there when I cry.
You promised that You will never forsake me but when I turned around, You weren’t there.
Are you there, my Lord, I cried, but the answer never once came by.
You must have not hear me call or even remember me at all.

I went to sleep with tears in my eyes and I had a dream about You that night.
You look so sad and there were tears in Your eyes.
I know You have been crying and I asked you why.
This is what You said to me and I never forget the look in your eyes:

Precious child, oh haven’t I, because of you, I’ve send my dearest son to die.
On the cross of calvery, my son was brutally crucified.
My heart aches beyond description but I have to pretend not to hear him cry.
How I wish I could bring him to my side, but the darkest hour he must die.

Precious child, oh haven’t I, love you so much that I came to die.
I have not leave you nor forsake you.
I have seen all your tears and hear your cries.
I wish You could know that I am always by your side.

Don’t ask me when or ask me why.
You should know that I have loved you with all my might.
You are the apple of my eyes.
My love for you was amplified through the death of Jesus Christ that night.

I wake up the next morning with tears in my eyes.
I didn’t know I was so precious in Your sight.
You are here, my Lord, always there by my side.
Surely You have heard me call and never not remember me at all.