In a tiny chapel, bathed in morning light,
Stands a wooden altar, humble and bright,
The air is filled with whispers of a prayer,
Each soul surrendered, laying burdens there.
At the foot of the Cross, where my Savior bled,
I'm lifted by His mercy, from darkness led,
Each nail-scarred hand, forever reaching wide,
Love everlasting, in Him I confide.
A trembling heart finds solace in the shade,
Of ancient promises that He once made,
A weary traveler kneels, and softly cries,
For at the Cross, all heaviness subsides.
At the foot of the Cross, where my Savior bled,
I'm lifted by His mercy, from darkness led,
Each nail-scarred hand, forever reaching wide,
Love everlasting, in Him I confide.
Simple wooden beams, so mighty and so strong,
Carry the weight of sinners, righting every wrong,
Grace like a river, washing me anew,
At the Cross, I see His love is true.
Through every season, trials, and despairs,
I find redemption, knowing He is there,
The open fields, the winding pathways lost,
Always lead me back to the Cross.
At the foot of the Cross, where my Savior bled,
I'm lifted by His mercy, from darkness led,
Each nail-scarred hand, forever reaching wide,
Love everlasting, in Him I confide.
At the foot of the Cross, where my Savior bled,
I'm lifted by His mercy, from darkness led,
Each nail-scarred hand, forever reaching wide,
Love everlasting, in Him I confide.
At the foot of the Cross, where my Savior bled
I am
Forever
Grateful