NO CROSS FOR ME
"No cross for me," I bragged
"Don't speak of Cal'vry's hill!
What need have I of Jesus?
I've vowed to do my will."
"Don't speak to me of sacrifice,
No cross will be my aim!
For I have set my lifelong goal
On pleasure, wealth and fame."
While I grasped for worldly treasures,
The time sped swiftly by.
"No cross for me!" still echoed -
A bitter, anguished cry.
Then amidst a life of ruin,
A life of wasted years,
My eyes beheld the cruel cross,
Through hot, repentant tears.
Now the cross to me's so precious,
Where Jesus' blood was shed.
O wond'rous love! No cross for me!
He bore it in my stead!
Virginia M. Gatton