I Can't Get Past the Cross.

By I.M. Ulysses

It started yesterday
I wanted to run a-way
To flee from all that tortures me
So I could have my way

But I can't get past the Cross
God's Love, which can't be bought
Though I while away the hours
Won-der-ing-where I went wrong

I can't believe my fate
Though I sit and contemplate
The pen-al-ty for all my sin
Which Christ paid for my sake

No I can't get past the Cross
God's Love, which can't be bought
Though I while away the hours
Won-der-ing where I went wrong

He gave his life for me
When he bled at Calvary
A heart so per-fect-ly surrendered
To set this pris-'ner free

No I can't get past the Cross
God's Love, which can't be bought
Though I while away the hours
Won-der-ing where I went wrong

I can-not walk away
Though I tried just yesterday
Because I know he's out there waiting for me
Hoping that I will say

I can't get past the Cross
God's Love, which can't be bought
Though I while away the hours
Won-der-ing where I went wrong

No I won't get past the Cross
God's love will still be sought
As I while away the hours
Won-der-ing just why I fought

I just can't get past...the Cross.