A Path To His Cross

When shadows of sorrow like death remain;

And fear loathes my soul like a wounded gazel that be slain.

It’s then in my darkness, in the blackest of night,

His Holy Word fills my heart and shineth bright.

He lighteth my path so that I may see;

The glory and grandeur of His love for me.

He directeth my steps along life’s narrow way;

It’s a path to His cross wear by His Grace I will stay.

My sin how it does condemn me unclean,

But then a drop of His blood washes me clean.

O’ what knowledge to know that He has pardoned me.

What joy to be forgiven cleansed and free.

Sin’s tormenting chains that pulled at my heart,

Have been broken asunder when his arms on the cross stretched out far apart.

My soul, O’ my soul, what a magnificent thought;

Has been purchased at Calvary; my pardon He bought.

“A Wretch Like Me” – David D. Hanson

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