At the foot of the cross, the crowd gathered near, Some filled with deep sorrow, others with fear. A man once cast out, his skin made pure, Now kneels in the shadow of love so sure. A man who was lowered by faithful friends, Now stands on strong legs as the story bends. And a grieving mother, her heart full of pain, Watches her Son who will rise again. At the foot of the cross, where love poured down, Grace met the broken, where mercy was found. Even the hands that drove the nails, Find forgiveness where love prevails. At the foot of the cross, salvation is revealed, For every heart, every wound is healed. A woman once lost, now redeemed by His touch, Clutches her heart, remembering so much. The ones set free from the darkness of mind, Now see the Savior, the Healer of time. A man who had chosen the wealth of this earth, Now sees the treasure of eternal worth. And one who climbed high just to catch a glance, Now kneels in awe at redemption’s chance. At the foot of the cross, where love poured down, Grace met the broken, where mercy was found. Even the ones who turned away, Are offered the hope of a brand-new day. At the foot of the cross, salvation is revealed, For every heart, every wound is healed. A woman who touched Him, now healed and free, Stands in the crowd, her faith all she sees. The one condemned by the world’s cruel hands, Now feels a love she can’t understand. The soldiers, the rulers, the ones who betrayed, Find that His mercy will never fade. All who were there, both near and far, Can find salvation beneath His scars. At the foot of the cross, where love poured down, Grace met the broken, where mercy was found. Even the hands that drove the nails, Find forgiveness where love prevails. At the foot of the cross, salvation is revealed, For every heart, every wound is healed. At the foot of the cross, we gather today, Remembering the price that love chose to pay. For the crowd and the sinner, for the lost and the found, At the foot of the cross, grace knows no bounds.
