Take Me To The Cross

Let me look on the dying lamb

Face to face with the Lord of Loss

A primitive and obscene plan

where God himself would pay the cost

To deliver me from being damned!

Take Me To The Cross

For this is where my life began

A committed life, a submitted heart

This is your perfect plan

What words can say just what you've seen

What cries can express what it truly means?

Take Me To The Cross

Take Me To The Cross.

Forsaken there he bore the wrath

Of every sin in every time

And buried them within himself

Where grief and anguish cloud the mind

Take Me To The Cross

For this is where my life began

A committed life, a submitted heart

This is your perfect plan

Take Me To The Cross

Take Me To The Cross

April 22,1999

Anthony Foster

Copyright 1999 Anthony Foster