Lord, on that old rugged cross of Calvary
You shed your blood and suffered agony.
You were mocked, scorned and spat upon,
By those who denied you were God’s own Son;
But the Father had a purpose, it’s plain to see –
You arose from the tomb with great victory.
You conquered death, hell and the grave,
For a sinner’s soul such as mine to save.
You broke down my wall of pride.
Then one day you called to me
To take up the cross and follow Thee.
That glorious day you cleansed my heart –
A brand new life you did impart.
I thank you, Lord, for redeeming me;
And if I had but one prayer, that prayer would be…
“Lord, keep me ever yielded to Thee”.
Author: Abayah Aaton Teye