At The Cross

Oh Lord, my redeemer How do I reach to you? How do I but touch your garment hem? Not to mention, sit at your table? Oh, that I might kneel before you As you hung for me at Golgotha That your blood might drip to me That the rocks would cut my knees The rain sting my face That the cries of your beloved ones Would pierce my ears That you would move me through time Letting me be there Oh my Lord, my precious One Lover of my soul Could you let me do this for you? Let me be another friend to you I know you died for us But can I be there with you? You took my pain But let me be there with you in it Bleed for me, bleed on me Let your eyes see me too as you suffer I love you, I worship you What love, that you did this for me Words fall short Your blood covers all You have done it It is finished Stephen Pursell, 5/10/04