Take Up Your Cross

In this dungeon of sin, shame binds my soul,

Crying, I am the one! I am the one!  

The Spirit draws near, His presence I feel,

Whispering softly, Be still, My son. Be still, My son.  

My heart, stained with guilt, lingers in pain,

Murmuring, How long, O Lord? How long?  

Hardened and weary, I seek His face,

Pleading, Don’t make me wait! Don’t make me wait!  

His gaze pierces through with glory divine,

Radiant, proclaiming, I took your place! I took your place!  

Late in the night, on my bed I weep,

Tears falling, I cry, Have mercy on me! Have mercy on me!  

His Spirit is gentle, His voice clear and sweet,

Speaking, Jesus you need! Jesus you need!  

O wondrous love! O blood without price!

I whisper, Cling to the cross! Cling to the cross!  

My Savior approaches, His natures divine,

His Word in my heart, He speaks to my soul:

You’ll suffer loss. You’ll suffer loss.  

Take up your cross. Just take up your cross.