The picture of the Cross e’en
from the start,
Has been repulsive to many
a heart,
It speaks of weakness and
of bitter shame,
And carries a most
unattractive name.
Explanations according to
men’s word,
All make its meaning even
more absurd,
Where is its purpose, its
sense and its gain?
Which part of it will we
want to attain?
Only a fool will dare
follow the cross
That leads to great agony,
pain and loss,
A way not hidden, a way not
obscure,
Leading to death, nothing
less, nothing more.
But who can explain the
Almighty’s plan,
Predestined long ago for
sinful man?
Life that goes counter to
the way we think,
And from it we only can
but shrink.
Gracious God, whose way is
folly to us,
Teach us to accept all, in
Christ Jesus,
For without divine
learning every day,
Foolish, stubborn pride
will lead us astray.
Jesus, to the cross we
will follow You,
With all its sorrow, its pain
real and true,
For in Christ Jesus, our
one true Saviour,
We will be made one in our
Redeemer.
Now the folly’s wisdom,
the absurd sense,
And my life Lord, I give
free of defense,
So that some person through
me, will be sought,
And joyfully to the cross
will be brought.
This assurance is for
eternity,
That sinners, at the
cross, will be made free,
The angels in heaven
rejoice daily,
When the penitent returns
faithfully.
Upon the cross we can no longer
frown,
It’s the only way to
receive the crown,
And all who will trust its
path patiently,
Know its glory and assured
victory.
Amen!
