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I broke the cross of Jesus

The one he beared for me.

Beneath the strain of fret and sin

no longer could it be.



Although tge cross weighed heavy

He asked no help that day.

Stumbling, dragging, pulling hard

He made it all the way.



His hands were nailed, his feet were bound.

His side was pierced in pain.

But still he prayed and asked his God,



Father forgive them, he cried out loud,

for they know not what they do.

And when he died, the world soon knew.

He was sLord for me and you.



And now the cross is broken, from weright

of lasting sin. And no one stands with open heart, to let the saviour in.



So now we know what we must do

to someday gain ou loss.

We must pray each day, and turn from sin,

to fix The Broken

Cross.