The cross is so close.
I can almost touch His robe,
Broken hearted
I came to the cross road,
Where I found,
the discarded the rose.
I walked across burning bridges.
Consumed by His flame,
I walked in the storms at night,
And in the chilling rain.
I came close to the light,
And the lion's wild heart became tame,
I found my troubles gone,
and He eased my pain.
Just a little closer,
I know,
I will someday touch the robe.
I feel His touch in my soul,
I haven't much father to go,
The cross is close.
I can almost touch the robe.
Broken hearted.
I came to the cross road.
Where I found the discarded rose.