When I Think of the Cross / Rowan Hartwell / I Believe album

"When I think of the cross, I fall to my knees,
Ashamed of the thorns, the nails, the tree.
I see the weight my sin had cost—
When I think of the cross.

Oh, what kind of love would die for me?
A sinner lost, no hope, no plea.
He took my sin, He paid the cost…
I break, I weep — when I think of the cross.

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