the cross, your choice


 

There was an old rugged cross that once stood on a hill;
The Son of God died there, to obey His Father's will.
 
Though He hung His head in shame, shame He did not know;
It was only for you, it was only for me that there, He had to go.
 
Innocent blood stained the hill of Golgotha that dark day;
Yet, for me, for you, His death was the only way.
 
Because He chose to take the burden of the whole world's sin;
You and I can walk free, and be forgiven of where we've been.
 
Yet, it's still a choice, a choice that YOU must make for yourself;
To live for Jesus, or put it all up on a dusty, quiet shelf.
 
Choices, choices, they are something we have to make;
Will you accept Him now, or be cast into Hell's eternal lake?
 
He could have chosen to not die there, in shame, in your place;
When you stand before God on Judgement Day,
will He turn away His face?
 
Remember, He did not turn away from you and hide;
There is victory to gain, there at the Father's side.

 

Joy Marie Parker