Foot of the Cross

There are many paths to follow, voices calling out your name,
bringing joys others sorrows, but all is pointless when your alone.
Striding wounded and forsaken, shattered by your guilt and shame,
feeling lost isolated, O soul, my soul, I need a savour!
So come see, come rest, where ever you are.
Come broken, whole, how ever you are. He calls your name who ever you are.
There is room for you, at the foot of the cross.
Live and learn, learn to live, cradled in the arms of Love.
To the cross rights abandoned. Your alive! Your alive!
So come see, come rest, where ever you are.
Come broken, whole, how ever you are. He calls your name, who ever you are.
There is room for you, at the foot of the cross.
There is room for you, at the foot of the cross. Come see, come rest,
at the foot of the cross.
There’s room for you, at the foot of the cross. Come see, find rest,
at the foot of the cross.
So come see, come rest, where ever you are. Come broken, whole, how ever you
are.
So come see, come rest, where ever you are. Come broken, whole, how ever you
are.
He calls your name, who ever you are. There is room for you at the foot of the
cross.
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