He Carried That Cross For Me

When He Prayed In The Garden,
It Was Us That He Did See,
Knowing That He Had To Die,
So We Could Be Set Free.

When He Stood Before The People,
And They Shouted, "Put Him On The Cross"!
He Could Have Called Ten Thousand Angels,
But He Knew That We Were Lost.

When They Striped Him Of His Rode
And Beat Him To The Ground,
He Could Have Called His Angels,
But Chose Not To Make A Sound.

It Was His Love So Great,
Yes, His Love For Us,
That Made Him Stay Right There;
For He Knew It Was A Must.

As He Walked That Road,
With Each And Every Step,
He Could Have Used His Power,
But It Was His Love That Kept,

Him Moving Towards That Hill,
Where He Knew That He Would Bare,
All Our Sins Upon His Chest,
Oh How Greatly He Does Care.

The Nails, They Were Driven,
Deep Into His Feet And Hands,
For It Was The Only Way,
To Complete A Mighty Plan.

There In The Middle,
Of Two Thieves They Placed His Cross,
What Did He See That Day?
He Seen How We Were Lost.

He Could Have Called His Angels,
They Would Have Come Indeed,
But It Was I That He Knew,
Who Would Be In Such Great Need.

My Sins, There Have Been Many,
So Many In My Day,
These Sins He Paid In Full,
Because He Chose To Stay.

Upon That Cross He Won
The Battle Yes For Me.
Upon That Cross My Sins He Bared,
And I'm Now Living Free!

He Could Have Called His Angels, 
But Instead He Stayed Right There.
Never Can I Thank Him Enough, 
Thank Him For How He Cared!


Cathy Jo Moore
© 2000