V1:
The cross of Christ, is no monument for suffering,
No religious symbol worn just to impress,
It means my past was nullified, because a Savior chose to die.
Every wrong I've done was cancelled, and replaced with righteousness
Chorus:
There was my sin, I could no longer bear it,
There was my shame, I had no power to change,
When soldiers nailed Him to those wooden beams and blood fell from this Nazarene,
He crossed out my sin and shame
V2:
I see a cross, bearing one so weak and wounded,
As they take Him down, red stains are on display,
As I gaze upon this scene there is something that I can't see,
All of my sin and shame are missing, crossed out in blood that day
Repeat Chorus
Bridge:
Twas His blood, His precious blood that stained the old rugged cross,
Twas His blood that paid the awful cost,
When soldiers nailed Him to those wooden beams
And blood fell from this Nazarene,
He crossed out my sin - He crossed out my sin -
He crossed out my sin - and shame, crossed out my sin and shame