| His Cross Became My Crown |
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Long before I knew Him, I begrudged having to go to Church; Sitting by a little brook, beneath a crooked limbed old birch. But, one night, I felt His voice and I heard the Minister say, "If you want to go to this lovely place called Heaven, this is the way." I bowed to the Master, asking Him to come into my own heart, ‘Cause never, in my life span, did I want this feeling from me to part. I saw, in my heart, the old rugged cross He bore up a hill, that day. And, I cried, "Lord, I give my life to You and I will ever stay." So, He crowned me with glory and His Cross became my crown, Because I want to be with my Savior, in Heaven, and hear the angels sound. I asked for His mercy and, upon my heart He very lovingly did bestow, A crown of Glory born of a Cross he carried, as upon a hill He did go. My crown was paid for by Jesus, as He hung and for my sins died. When I really realized this, my heart bled and I hung my head and cried. "Lord Jesus, forgive me. Though, naught did I do, way back then." But, since I received my crown, I know Jesus died for every sin. He will show us the way to glory, every step and every prayer of the way. He will lead us to victory, again, every time we err and go astray. The old cross was the burden that we all thank Jesus for, today. For, He took our punishment. He earned, for all of us, an eternal stay. |
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