In The Cross I Glory

I will glory in the cross

On which Christ’s blood was shed,

I will walk the path he trod

And by his hand be led.

And though I murmur and complain

I will walk with him each day

For when all is said and done

There is no better way.

Christ’s cross and not the crucifix

Shall be my abiding light

And when I am down and feeling lost

He will guide my steps aright.

I will never be ashamed

For the cross and what it means,

Daily I will gaze there on

And reflect on its saving theme.

It is through his selfless sacrifice

That today I live in him,

Freely pardon and liberated

From the debilitating power of sin.

Like an emancipated wimp was I

Prone to Satan’s charm,

Falling for his enticing deals

Ignorant of their spiritual harm.

But one day the cross loomed great

And on it I saw the Christ,

Crucified in my stead he was

For my sin and all my vice.

I should have been crucified I thought

As I recalled that song,

I am the one that should have died

Since Christ had done no wrong.

But my death could not have sufficed

For the sins of all the world,

It required the life of the sinless one

That of Christ the Living Word.

My death could not even have covered

The sins that I commit

But God chose to judge His Son

And the cross was His remit.

Men have argued about its shape

Whether a cross or stake,

Such is of no consequence to me

Compared to my sinful state.

I concur with the songwriter

And I need no other argument,

It was on some tree that Jesus died

And my salvation was his intent.

I will glory in his cross

Hewn from some forgotten tree

For ‘twas on that cross that Jesus died

He died for you and for me.

I will glory in his cross

The remains of which cannot be found,

My sins have all been washed away

And now I am glory bound.

I will glory in his cross

For one day I will see his face,

The one who paid sin’s price for me

Nailed to that cross in my place.

I will glory in his cross

For there is nothing better to do,

His life for mine, my life in him

My brother and sister, how about you?

Stewart Russell © February 2019