I saw a hill and the cross in the distance;
There was no one on it or near it.
The silence crept over me and I listened;
I remembered the words
"King of the Jews," and I wept.
My heart never left the place;
My mind couldn't rest even for a minute.
I know so little about Jesus Christ;
But he knew so much about me.
So I pulled in all the light and the darkness faded;
Christ was now by the cross, hands outstretched.
I knew it was for all of us but I felt special just the same;
The feeling light had come and all would have access to it.
Now it was a signal to begin again;
It was a direction for the hesitant,
The shining hope of the most fractured heart.
Come follow me never meant so much.
Now the suffering is not over but we will go on;
The chains don't rattle as much when we're in the faith.
The purpose is clear and I'll stay with it to the end;
I'm heading home and taking my piece of the cross with me.