Often my thoughts turn to the Cross
The beautiful Cross of Calvary
Upon which my saviour bled and died
To give eternal life to me

It's wooden beams bear the scars
Of nails that pierced his hands
His precious feet were riven to
And from his side blood and water ran

The Cross has stood over two thousand years
And even today it stands
As a bridge from heavens door
Down to the heart of mortal man

O the precious blood stained tree
That old and rugged nail scarred Cross
I count it as a gift of grace
And all I am as loss

Luke 23:34
And Jesus said,
"Father forgive them
they know not
what they do."

Thank you Lord.