At the Cross

To the cross I look.  To the cross I cling.
Of its suffering I do drink.  Of its work I do sing.
On it my Savior, both bruised and crushed,
Showed that God is love, and God is just.

At the cross you, beckon me, draw me gently to my knees,
And I am lost for words, so lost in love, I'm sweetly broken, wholly surrendered.

What a priceless gift: undeserved life, have I been given through Christ crucified.
You've called me out of death, You've called me into life.
I was under Your wrath, now through the cross, I'm reconciled.

In awe of the cross I must confess,
How wondrous Your redeeming love, and how great is your faithfulness!

Broken for You...I'm broken for You, my Lord.
Jesus, all that's left, oh I am sweetly broken.