I look to the cross

When upon the cross I gaze

Where the King of Heaven was lifted up

He then was buried to be raised

But before the crown came crossÝ and cup.

There in the shadow of the crucified

Iíll take my refuge there I will hide

His arms become my sheltering wings

Of outstretched arms my soul shall sing.

I look to the cross the hope of my soul

I look to the cross Iím healed and made whole

There at the cross where my savior died

Through him who is just we are justified.

The pierced hands the disfigured head

The man or sorrows blood was shed

He bore my stripes and felt my pain

So that his loss could mean my gain

June 25, 2005

Anthony Foster