Where would I be without the cross?

I went to the cross again in despair,
and knelt down at the feet of Jesus there.
“It is me, dear Lord, and I've come once more.”
(For I had been there many times before!)

“I know my child,” Jesus then said to me,
“But I am so glad that you've come to Me.
My love for you is unconditional
and I will always hear you when you call.”

“My Lord,” I said, “However can this be
that you should show such wondrous love to me?
For I am always weak and prone to sin,
and I am feeling so dreadful within.”

Then Jesus said, “My child, Look upon Me.”
So I gazed into His eyes and could see
that the love of God was shining inside
as He hung there with His arms opened wide.

“My love is poured out for everyone
who comes before Me just like you have done.
“For there could be no other way for Me
to forgive you, and then to set you free.”

“My Lord, my God, ” my soul cried out in shame
as the tears flooded from my eyes again.
“Such wondrous love is undeserved by me
for I was born of clay and misery.”

Where would I ever be without the cross?
All weighed down with my load of sin and dross.
Walking on my own down this lonely road
and left struggling against life’s heavy load.

Praise God for the cross of Jesus Christ.
For His love and wonderful sacrifice.
For the victory that that Jesus has won.
For the new life that I have now begun.