A place inside my spirit
Beckons from a hill
Sometimes I choose to visit
Sometimes against my will
I take the long and sloping road
As though I hear some rooster crow
And driven by a prayer I go
To the cross
Whenever I resist it
I am not at rest
It hovers there inviting me
To be a humble guest
I need it daily this I know
So with my selfish tears in tow
And with my fighting fears I go
To the cross
And there I lay them down
For the Savior's love
Because He gave His flawless life
I take it up
And so I will determine
This cross to be my friend
And I will bear it in my heart
Until my pride is dead
Part of me will tell it no
But Christ was there before me so
I'll follow faithfully and go
To the cross
I'll follow faithfully and go
To the cross
