Twas a life filled with aimless desperation
Without hope walked the shell of a man;
Then a hand with a nailprint stretched downward,
Just one touch then a new life began.
And the old rugged cross made the difference
In a life bound for heartache and defeat;
I will praise Him forever and ever
For the cross made the difference for me.
3 comments:
I often weep when I think of the cross -
Sorry Edwina. I didn't know you had posted. I would have been here sooner. Yes that cross made all the difference. I am so glad Jesus didn't resist and walk away.
I love this. Love it so much! Hope your Easter was special.
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