To the cross You went to die for me,
For every sin, You carried them all;
The heaviness and shame You paid the fee—
Father, forgive them, You did call.
– Nowhere will I find a friend so true.
At the cross I laid my burdens down,
For all the wrongs You heard my plea;
The trauma and burden weighed You down—
You shed Your blood for all to see.
– Nowhere will I find a friend so real.
On the cross You took my faults,
For each and every guilt and pain;
The sadness and despair came with assaults—
This bitterness of sin, full of strain.
– Nowhere will I find a friend who loved.
From the cross you paid for it all,
For my life alone I know You would give;
The man of sorrows, a death cruel and brutal—
Your life you gave so I could live.
– Nowhere will I find a friend like You.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory