The Cross
by: Elissa Ihlenfeld

I open my eyes,
and look up to the cross
where I see my Lord,
the Son of God.

I hear his cries,
I feel his pain,
and I start to sob.
But he says to me softly

"My child don't cry,
don't shed a tear
for you this I am doing
Because I love you my dear.

So go and be free,
and tell the good news,
that Jesus, Son of God
Died on a cross for you."


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