The Cross

It was a symbol of destruction
It brought to families devastation
It was no different for the Lord
His mother and entire family and friends thought it hard

The cross signified a curse
To those crucified from the first
But when that cross bore our Lord until He died
The curse was removed and the cross was now glorified

Quickly pen was put to paper thereafter
And beautiful word appeared from the Holy drafter
When I survey the wondrous cross on which the prince of glory died
My richest gain I count but loss and pour contempt on all my pride

Even words that revealed our duty
For it was for us He paid the booty
Must Jesus bear the cross alone and all the world go free
There's a cross for everyone and surely, there's a cross for me