There is only one path... One way... The cross is at the beginning, and The end, and all along the way. You must carry the cross you picked up at the start. The way is not marked, only the quiet whisper of the Spirit to say which way... where to step... when to start... stop or leap.
They were watching, from a distance, and they could not take their eyes from You, You were bleeding, They were weeping, Faithful sisters, They had followed you
They did not understand, They could not see, They were mourning their loss, As the sky turned black And the earth turned red, At the Foot of the Cross.
They were standing, near your mother They were so close they could hear you sighing, All around them, angry voices Kiss the darkness And you were dying But they would not leave, They lingered there, No matter the cost, They were staying, They were praying, At the Foot of the Cross.
Keep me near the cross, Near the cross, May I never stray so far, That I cannot see What flowed down for me, At the Foot of the Cross.
Now I'm standing, in your presence, And I cannot take my eyes from You, You have risen, I'm forgiven, Precious Savior Oh I worship You No I'm not looking back, And I've heard your voice, And I'm staying here, I've made my choice, But now its' real, Now I kneel At the Foot of the Cross.
Keep me near the Cross Near the Cross, May I never stray so far, That I cannot see What flowed down for me At the Foot of the Cross.
