THE VISION AT THE CROSS
(c) 1984 by Lance Micklus
Burlington, Vt. 05401

Here I hang nailed to this tree,
Looking out t'ward eternity.
Across the sea of time and of space,
I can see the look upon your face.

Fear grips you your future's unclear,
Search your heart, your problem is there.
Nail all the guilt and the sin that you bear,
To this cross by reaching out with your hand.

Father God, I pray for the soul,
Of the one who's come to this cross.
When you lift me from the tomb in three days,
Then you'll raise this one who stands before me.

I'll give you the new life you want,
Every person's precious to me.
Abide in me, I'll abide within you,
Because Father God sent me to love you.