the cross

p*ss more, than a symbol of my faith.
that strengthens me each day.
as i obey ,god's grace.
i walk this narrow way.
we call life.
 you see god's own son.
he gave up his life for me.
and he took my dept of sin,away from me.
on and to a place, we called calvary.
i owe him my life.
and all i'll ever be.
all he asks, is, that
i'll let him live ,through me.
and me being me.
 so i can win this race
that empowered me,
by his grace.
i will give him all the glory.
as i look into his face