The Cross

An old wooden cross,

And three, rusty nails.

A symbol of love,

Where no death could prevail.

God gave us His Son,

He died in our place.

To save us from sin,

Through His Mercy and Grace.

They carried my Jesus,

From an old wooden tree.

In three somber days,

He arose victoriously!

The cross is a light,

To the dark world around.

For there is hope in the cross,

Where true peace can be found.

An old wooden cross,

Meant for you and for me.

Is our blessed assurance,

In Christ, we are free!

pamela snedeker-depew GtG

So if the Son sets you free,

you will be free indeed.

John 8:36 NIV