Jeannette Robertson On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame. And I love the old cross where the dearest and blessed, for a world of lost sinners was slain. So Ill cherish the old rugged cross. Till my trophies at last I lay down . I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it someday for a crown. Jeannette, I love this song too. Singing it all the years of my life growing up in church, I never realized its true beauty until my sister sang it at my sons service when he passed away. At that moment I felt the total and devastating feeling that Mary felt. Even through the death of her son she still must have been so blessed to call Him her son. That cross held our future, and we steer our lives by living near the cross, a precious place to be in sadness and happy times. :)
Posted on: Sat, 05 Apr 2014 14:06:59 +0000
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