Flatland

I dance in my blood in the dark on this earth

No way to illumine this night.

No chance to do anything of real worth

No sacrifice to make myself right

But there is a place at the cross of Christ

Where we are set freeÝ for he paid all the price.

To heal our disease of comfort and ease

When thereís nothing we could do that would suffice.

Nothing in our hands we bring

There is no worthy offering

We have no goodness to which we can cling

So we stand naked before the King of Kings.

In flatland.

The ground is level at the foot of the cross

The world the flesh the devil-Are all at a loss.

For Jesus died and arose and paid the cost

Weíre standing in flatland at the foot of the cross

No buried treasure we can find

That is worth enough to buy our souls

There is no mountain we can climb

And so the cross must be our goal.

God is no respecter of men

That we should merit grace

No path to ascend, no capital to spend

Nothing can buy this righteous place.

We all come the same way-We all bend the knee

There is Nothing to do and nothing to be

But to stand in the blood shed for you and for me

To gaze on the one who alone is worthy.

In flatland.

The ground is level at the foot of the cross

The world the flesh the devil-Are all at a loss.

For Jesus died and arose and paid the cost

Weíre standing in flatland at the foot of the cross

Anthony Foster

062005