At the Foot of the Cross
I find myself at the Holy Cross,
where the price was paid for my sin.
Jesus suffered and died
so I could live and walk in the light of liberty,
as Heaven’s bells of freedom softly ring,
Calling all hearts home and my own.
And the Word of God,
etched upon my heart,
shines for all to see—
holy words, eternal,
and just for me.

