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                                            THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS

                                                                                                                     ELMER BAKER

                                                                                                                                                                   

                                                                                     

 

 

                                                                I stood and looked…at a wooden cross

                                                               And thought of why it was created   

                                                               Unbearable pain…until death came

                                                               For the one who hung upon it

                                                               Lord, we need… that wooden cross

                                                               To help us all… remember

                                                               We took the precious…son of man

                                                               And drove the nails right thru his hands

 

 

                                                                                                            

 

 

                                                    In the shadow of the Cross      

                                                                  I couldn’t bear to look

                                                                  I knew that it was for me

                                                                   Each stripe my Savior took

                                                     In the shadow of the Cross                                   

                                                                   I hid my face in shame

                                                                   And turned my back on the one

                                                                   Who bore my pain

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

 

                                                               We cast our lots… for the robes he wore

                                                                And said where he was going

                                                                He wouldn’t need them anymore

                                                                Then made a crown… of thorny vines

                                                                And pressed it unto his head

                                                                He was struck… and he was spit on

                                                                As we shoved him down the street

                                                                And with a wicked smile

                                                                We drove the nails right thru his feet

                                                                                                                                               

                                                                                                                                                                   

                                                          In the shadow of the Cross      

                                                                        I couldn’t bear to look

                                                                       I knew that it was for me

                                                                       Each stripe my Savior took

                                                         In the shadow of the Cross                                   

                                                                       I hid my face in shame

                                                                       And turned my back on the one

                                                                       Who bore my pain

                                                                                                                            

                                                                      Lord, we need that wooden cross

                                                                      To help us understand

                                                                      The horror of its shadow

                                                                        And the wickedness of man  

                                                                                                                                                             

                                                                                                             

                                                                                                                                                                                                          

                                                          In the shadow of the Cross      

                                                                        I couldn’t bear to look

                                                                       I knew that it was for me

                                                                       Each stripe my Savior took

                                                         In the shadow of the Cross                                   

                                                                       I hid my face in shame

                                                                       And turned my back on the one

                                                                       Who bore my pain

        

                                                                                    

                                                 

                                                                        I turned my back on the one

                                                            Who bore my pain

 

 

                                                                                     

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