A place inside my spirit beckons from a hill Sometimes I choose to visit Sometimes against my will I take the long and sloping road As though I hear some rooster crow And driven by a prayer I go To the cross
Whenever I resist it I am not at rest It hovers there inviting me To be a humble guest I need it daily this I know So with my selfish tears in tow And with my fighting fears I go To the cross
And there I lay them down For the Saviour's love Because He gave His flawless life I take it up
And so I will determine This cross to be my friend And I will bear it in my heart Until my pride is dead Part of me will tell it no But Christ was there before me so I'll follow faithfully and go To the cross
