The cross
I need to heed it
The cross
I always need it
The cross
I'll not impede it
No way

The cross
It is a pain, though
The cross
It makes it rain so
The cross
Makes all the flowers grow
So tall

The cross
I want to bear it
I don't just want to stare at it
I want to be aware of it
And all

Jesus spent some time there
Dying -- it was unfair
Our crosses, though, He can't bear
For us

He is the Way
There is no doubt
He's what our lives
Should be about
When we're in pain
His name we'll shout
Oh, Jesus

But yes, His cross
Belongs to us
As in Christ we
Place our trust
In fact, in pain
We simply must
Obey Him
We will obey Him

But we fight the pain that comes to us
And then our hearts forego the trust
We placed in God when things were just
And even

But in our pain, there lies our hope
We have not reached-- the end of our rope
God says, “Yes” But we scream “Nope”
Like heathen

Accept the crosses you must bear
Deny appearances so unfair
Send your prayers up in the air
If YOU do…

Then when you're dead and in the tomb
Your heart will start in that pitch-black room
He'll roll away your stone of doom
And save you

Then when you're dead and in the tomb
Your heart will start in that pitch-black room
He'll roll away your stone of doom
And save you

Yes, He will save you
He'll save you
You will be saved
As you believe
You will be saved
Yes, He'll save you
You will be saved
You will be saved