Cross, The
Of wood and nails it is madeSymbol of faith it has come
Prayer and trust is what is seen
When one holds tight
With eyes closed and heads bowed
With knees bent and hearts humbled
This symbol of death
This image of hope
This sign of love and mercy
Proof of great sacrifice
Proof that there is a God
Proof of life in a symbol of death
Mysterious and powerful
A reminder to us
That if God leads
Who are we not to follow
No sacrifice too great
No act too small
No love useless or strained
If you breathe, you have pain
Each one of ushas his cross
So when God leads
Follow
When God speaks
Listen
When God cries
Pray
When God loves
Love back
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