My thoughts drift to Calvary, to Jesus and His grace
And the love He has given me though I am to blame
My sin found the forest, my guilt chose the tree
My pride split the timbers, my shame formed the beams
The cross love chose to bear was mine of my own making
But when He picked it up it was His and His heart that was breaking
He made my cross His own, how could that be fair?
Yet He knew I could not share the cross love chose to bear
I know that He died for me, God’s Holy sacrifice
How that He could save my sinful soul, His death brought me life
And it still overwhelms me, the roll that I play
My heart was the craftsman, that sealed my Savior’s fate\
The cross love chose to bear was mine of my own making
But when He picked it up it was His and His heart that was breaking
He made my cross His own, how could that be fair?
Yet He knew I could not share the cross love chose to bear
The cross love chose to bear was mine of my own making
But when He picked it up it was His and His heart that was breaking
He made my cross His own, how could that be fair?
Yet He knew I could not share the cross love chose to bear