I look at the cross, a Roman way,
Of punishing criminals of the day.
If this is so then tell me why,
An innocent Man is sentenced to die?
I look at the cross and I see proof,
Of God’s Word that’s full of truth,
Which foretold a long time back,
Of a day heartbreaking and dark.
I look at the cross and I wonder,
How can He endure the nails and thorns any longer?
It must take a lot of courage and strength,
I begin to say to myself.
I look at the cross and I see,
A love unselfish and so deep,
Which allowed my Lord endure patiently,
Knowing it will settle my debts entirely.
I look at the cross and I see a sign,
Telling me of why He is crucified,
But there’s more to it, I realize,
God’s begotten Son came to pay sin’s price.
I look at the cross and just like me,
A soldier is standing, looking closely,
Affirming that Jesus is truly God’s Son,
Of whom he had earlier made fun.
I look at the cross and I see a plan,
Of God’s relationship being restored with men.
I look at the cross and most importantly,
I see the Son of God crucified instead of me.