WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE RUGGED CROSS

When I think about the rugged cross
On which my Saviour hung for me,
I think about His amazing love,
And that He died to set me free.

When I think about the jagged stripes
Which they scourged into His flesh,
I realise I have been healed,
And that I can start afresh.

When I think about the load He bore
Along the road to Calvary,
I see there all my burdens and fears,
And my bonds of slavery.

When I think about those massive nails
They drove through His hands and feet,
I see they represent my pain,
And that my healing is complete.

When I think about the crown of thorns
That they placed upon His head,
I think about the crown I'll wear
When up to His throne I'm led.

When I think about the blood He shed
As He hung there on that day,
I clearly see the river of life
That washed all my sins away.

When I think of how He rose again,
Ascending to His throne above,
My heart is filled with joy and peace,
And the power of His love.

For one day soon He'll come again
To claim the church, His waiting Bride -
Then He'll take me back to Heaven with Him,
Forever with God, the Father, to abide.

Copyright © 1993 Christine Chipman. All rights reserved.