When I Think of the Cross

Long, long ago in a far-away place
Rough, rugged timbers were raised to the sky
There hung a Man suspended in space
And Tho' He was blameless, they left Him to die

Just to think of the cross moves me now
The nails in His hands, His bleeding brow
To think of the cross moves me now
It should have been me
It should have been me
Instead I am free, I am free. Iam free

He put an end to my guilt and despair
Turned bitter hating to sweet peace and love
Even the men that put Him up there
Were Offered forgiveness and life from above

Just to think of the cross moves me now
The nails in His hands, His bleeding brow
To think of the cross moves me now
It should have been me
It should have been me
Instead I am free, I am free
I am free, I am free
I am free!