The Cross
Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry, He is coming
Don't die without knowing the cross
Ghettos to the left of us
Flowers to the right
There'll be bread for all of us
If we can just bear the cross
Sweet song of salvation
A pregnant mother sings
She lives in starvation
Her children need all that she brings
Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry, He is coming
Don't die without knowing the cross
We all have our problems
Some big, some are small
All these problems will be out the world
And taken by the cross
The cross
(I'll we meet you there at the cross)
(I'll see it)
The cross
(Lay your trouble at his feet)
The cross
The cross