On the cross

On the cross, Jesus so knelt down
upon His head a twisted thorn a crown
and the cross He bore our sins 
was laid upon Him His bleeding was grim

So dont you think we should take up our cross each day
to follow Jesus the only way

That narrow path with Jesus glow
and read His word in which we grow

Cast it all to the cross dear friends
the Lily of the valley, where eternal life, has no end

Yes and follow Jesus the only way
for His coming at the last trump any given day!!!!!







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Love Michelle  Lee Carter








 



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On the cross

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