To some it's just an emblem a formality It's a symbol that's been used so frequently Many blaspheme and despise Though it's ancient, it abides A shrine to death that stands for life to me
There was a cross made for the son of God at calvary Two peaces of rough timber on a hill Through his hand and through his feet He took the nails for you and me Angels watched as he died for the lost Though he could have walked away he chose the cross
You see why this old emblem is so dear to me It stood suffering, yet it brought us peace It bridged the gap for men offered cleansing for our sins an icon that reminds us that we're free
God forbid that I should ever let this memory fade but forever keep the cross in view for that's where I saved I was saved
Though he could have walked away, he chose the cross he chose the cross…….