The Cross

Black day, stormy night No love, no hope in sight Don't cry, He is coming Don't die without knowing the Cross Ghettos to the left of us Flowers to the right There'll be bread for all of us If we can just bear the Cross Sweet songs of salvation A pregnant mother sings She lives in starvation Her children need all she can bring We all have our problems Some are big, some are small And soon all our problems Will be taken by the Cross, by the Cross By, by, by the Cross --- The Cross - The Blind Boys of Alabama