Wednesday, March 23, 2011

At the Foot of the Cross

The Precious Blood of JesusImage by Lawrence OP via Flickr

They were watching from a distant
And they could not take their eyes from you
They were weeping you were bleeding
Faithful sisters they had followed you

They did not understand they could not see
They were mourning their loss
As the sky turned black and the earth turned red
At the foot of the cross

He was standing near your mother
They were so close they could hear you sighing
All around them angry voices pierced the darkness

You were dying but they could not leave
They lingered there no matter the course
They were staying and they were praying
At the foot of the cross

Now I’m standing in your presence
And I cannot take my eyes from you
You have risen I’m forgiving
Precious saviour oh I worship you

No I’m not looking back
I’ve hard your voice
And I’m staying here I’ve made my choice
For now it’s real now I kneel
At the foot of the cross

Keep me near the cross
May I never stray so far
That I can not see
What flowed down for me
At the foot of the cross
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