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