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The Cross

by Ron Tranmer

The cross is as an emblem
of my love, pure and true,
and serves as a reminder
of my suffering for you.

For it was on a wooden cross I was nailed and lifted up.
And because of my great love for you, I drank the bitter cup.
The mind cannot perceive, and there are no words to tell,
the greatness of My pain as that hammer struck each nail.
I hung and died there on that cross, to ransom you from sin,
that when your life is over, heavens gate may bid you in.

Let not what I have suffered
be forgotten, or for naught,
but remember why I came
and remember all I taught.

Live each day in such a way
that all who know you see,
a kind and grateful Christian
who loves, and lives, for Me.

You are precious in my sight.
I saved your soul from loss.
So think how great My love
every time you see a cross.

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