That Old Cross

(Verse 1)

It was early Sunday morning, walkin’ through that old hay field

Takin’ my usual shortcut to the church down the hill

I stumbled over somethin’, I fell down to my knees

Half-buried in the tall grass, like it was waiting there for me

I brushed away the grass and wiped some dirt off with my hand

Two beams worn and weathered, like they’d seen more than one man

There was somethin’ ‘bout that moment, I just had to stop and pause

That’s the day I found Jesus… in that old cross

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(Chorus)

That old cross, stood through the years

Soaked in prayers, and stained with tears

Heard every “Lord, please help me through”

And every whispered... “thank You”

It held the weight of a thousand lives

Through loss and love and sacrifice

And somehow it was waitin’ there for me to come along

A little piece of heaven… in that old cross

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(Verse 2)

I dragged it through that hay field, took it home and cleaned it up

Sanded down the splinters, gave that weathered wood some love

Every scar and nail mark, I just couldn’t wipe away

Felt like they were memories that were meant to stay

Set it in my front yard where the sun could hit just right

Neighbors started talkin’ when they saw it in the light

Then one old man came walkin’ up, said “Son, you don’t know the cost…”

“That stood above our church once… that old cross”

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(Chorus)

That old cross, stood through the years

Soaked in prayers, and stained with tears

Heard every “Lord, please help me through”

And every whispered “thank You”

It held the weight of a thousand lives

Through loss and love and sacrifice

And somehow it was waitin’ there for me to come along

A little piece of heaven… in that old cross

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(Bridge)

They said it disappeared one night, near fifty years ago

No one knew what happened, just a mystery no one could solve

But standin’ there, I felt it… like it was never really lost

Just waitin’ on the right hands to carry it back to God

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(Verse 3)

We brought it back that Sunday, placed it where it used to stand

Right above the steeple, blessin' all across the land

You could feel the whole church tremble, hear the voices start to rise

Like a hundred years of faith had came back to life

Now every time I pass it, I don’t see wood and nails

I see every prayer that rose and every story it still tells

And I thank the Lord He led me there, I never thought to pause

‘Cause He knew I’d find Him… in that old cross

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(Final Chorus – bigger)

That old cross, still standin’ tall

Watchin’ over one and all

Every broken heart that came

And left there not the same

It holds the echoes of the saints

The lost, the found, the ones with faith

And I’ll never be the man I was, that moment changed it all

His mercy and His grace… in that old cross

In that old cross… I found my way back home

Yeah, in that old cross… I found my way back home...