The Stained Cross

[WarriorOfGrace]

Here in this quiet solitude
Where my spirit recieves rest
I know my weakness and my shame
I see my failings, I see my Sins

Here where I find rest at last
I see the stains cleansed
My failures, my sinful nature
This flowing blood washes clean

Here at the cross which beared him up
The blood flows down on my stains
I witness the agony, I feel the pain
I feel a love I'll never understand

Here where Love and sorrow mingle
Where a crown of thorns was worn
By humble king lead by his Love
For us to death most humiliating

On the cross my debts were payed
By an innocent man's blood
By his death, death was defeated
In his death and Blood, I am saved

Now I live not for myself
But a humble servant to my brothers
As my Savior obeident to death
I shall ever try to be.

HMS 2004