Beneath a cross

Beneath a cross

I stand beneath a cross upon a hill,

And looking up into the eyes of God,

I feel the pain and hurt as time stands still.

The anguish of the Christ here suffering will

Succeed in making us the friends of God

Now hung upon this cross upon a hill.

Can we believe in Him who hangs until

We feel the cleansing of His pouring blood

And share His pain and hurt as time stands still;

Or will we yet again reject God’s will,

Ignoring what He’s promised, what He did,

And hang Him on this cross upon a hill?

Man lies and cheats and steals and has His fill

Of all dark things, rejecting what is good,

Ignoring pain and hurt as time stands still.

So does mankind forever tend to kill,

Rather than protect the things he should,

Whilst standing by a cross upon a hill,

Ignoring pain and hurt as time stands still.