on my cross

How wide is Your love, that You would stretch

Your arms and go around the World

And why for me would a savior’s cry be heard

I don’t know, why You went where I was meant to go

I don’t know, why You Love me so

Those were my nails, that was my crown

That pierced your hands, and Your brow

Those were my thorns, those were my scorns

Those were my tears that fell down

And just as You said it would be You did it all for me
And after You counted the cost,
You took my shame, my blame, On my cross

How deep is Your grace, that You could see my need

And choose to take my Place

And then for me, these words I’d hear You say

Father no, forgive them for they know not what they do

I will go, because I love them so