I Give My Ode To The Cross

Never forgotten will thou ever be
Blood stained by the man who gave His life for me
Blemished with unblemished blood
from His side water drained
thou art warped from the flood
Holes from the nails dwell upon thine arms
thou hast killed a faultless man who didst no harm
Thou remind the world of what He did for all
'till He returns on a cloud to make His final call

The story thou tellest is the greatest there will ever be
the sweet love, joy, peace, and harmony
Thou speak of the man fastened to thy tree
who looked to God, "forgive them that do this to me."
Crucifixion, resurrection its true actually
it's reminded to us by replicas of thee
As old as the novel tis sweeter as its age
yet still calms the soul, destruction and the rage

Thou holdest the mercy and forgiveness He gave amongst the globe
the royalty and nobility that rest within His robe
The long biting thorns that come from thy kind
were pressed in His skull but never in His mind
Thou holdest the birth of other souls
before their life ends, before the bells doth toll
Tell me again in the sweet sad tone
as it happened, so I may feel it in my bones

All sin of the world would no longer be
if we'd just carry our burdens to the foot of thee
If we'd believe in thine cause and purpose of thee
every head would bow upon both of their knee
Revive me in spirit from thy special light
to help me remember thy suffering that night
Thou host guided my life through all in my loss
therefore I give my ode to the cross

© Rachel Orrick