A piece of wood that holds my thoughts
Through this thing my faith was bought.
Releasing all my tears to you.
The wood is stained with blood.
The reminder of your love.
The wood is rather rugged and worn,
But the meaning still lives on.
On the hill of Calvary,
The place where you died for me,
But today you're alive and strong.
You're my God, I'll give my all.
You died for me,
And this is the first cross that I see.

Then there's the one that's heavy and broad,
It's the cause of the jagged road in which I trod.
It contains the burden I feel I must hide.
This cross is just too big and wide.
Every now and then I stop, This is when the cross drops.
Now is when I should walk away,
Get down on my knees and start to pray.
Instead, I pick it up
And continue on.
This journey is so wrong,and yet it feels so right.
I continue on with my fright.
This is me,
This is the second cross that I see.

So now at my road I stand
Two roads which will deal two hands.
One road is labeled Christ, Life, and Love,
The other Stress, Death, and Strife.
I consider my choices and the cross I hold,
Look to the skies for some kind of sign.
I know which I should choose,
So this is the one I follow through.
I drop my cross and turn.
The road I choose is Christ, Life, and Love.
A light now shines somewhere above,
Now I'm free from all within,
It was all up to me and
The two crosses that I see.
This is the one that set me free.

I travel this road with my head held high,
I sense a new peace and I don't know why.
Yeah, there are times you want to turn back,
When understanding is the one thing you lack.
Then you look on down the road
And see the blessings unforetold.
You carry on in your journey.
Not looking back.
You now have a different yearning.
It's this that keeps you going
And in the end all worth knowing.
You didn't go the way you came
Your anothing person, no longer the same.
This is the new me,
All because of the cross I once failed to see.