The splendor of that rugged cross
That stood on Calvery's hill
The Mercy of that Royal One
Who hung on it until
He paid the price for which He came
And then in Royal Flare
He journeyed up to Heaven
To build our Mansions there
Legends say that cross was crude
Just carved out from a tree
With splinters on its every part
That day on Calvary
But I see it as beautiful
More splendor, one won't find;
Because a Man of Royal Blood
Chose Calvarys Hill to climb
He carried that old rugged cross
And died as skies turned dim
And I don't ever see a cross
That I don't think of Him
His everlasting mercy
And the love, He showed that day
The memory of Him hanging there
Won't ever fade away
Though you may see that cross as crude
I cannot share your view
It was "His Gift of Splendor"
Where "He Died" for me and you.
No diamond, ruby, pearl nor gem
Could be found anywhere
To match the "Splendor of that Cross"
My Jesus chose to bear
He hung there of His own free will
He bore our pain, our sin
And I will never see a cross
That I won't think of Him!
Copyright ©2003
Joni Kassel
Page By Mary Jones
2004
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