That Rugged Cross

Thinking about what Jesus did upon that old rugged cross
Sends chills up and down my spine and I am at a loss.
How could our amazing God love a mess like me?
And climb upon that roughhewn tree?

Precious blood spilled from the wounds as He hung on that tree,
Taking all our transgressions and setting us free.
How many drops of His precious blood belong to me?

He knew what He had to do before Adam and Eve disobeyed.
All our sins were nailed to Calvary as an eternal trade.
All that is left for me to do is repent of all the wrong I've done.
He's always loving and gracious to forgive every one.

An amazing love explains it all.
God took all the blame for us after the fall.
Hot steamy tears flow down my face
When I realize how His love took my place.

Now the Holy Spirit leads me along my path.
I am free and will not worry about His eternal wrath.