Bittersweet Cross

When I think about Your grace, and look upon Your face,
as You hang from that bittersweet cross.
I wonder what it would be like to be punished in spite,
in spite of Your innocence,
And I find myself weeping at the foot of that bittersweet cross,

On that cross, on that cross, that bittersweet and brutal cross.
On that cross, on that cross, that bittersweet and brutal cross.


I know You suffered, died, took my place,
there on that bittersweet cross.
But Lord, Your Word tells me,
You're not still there, You’re alive in heaven.
And I find myself with tears of joy about that bittersweet cross,

On that cross, on that cross, that bittersweet and brutal cross.
On that cross, on that cross,

Help me not to rise above being broken over what You’ve done.
Help me not to take for granted Your blood that was shed in my place.
Cause me to run to others and tell them of this this love that was shown...

On that cross, on that cross, that bittersweet and beautiful cross.
On that cross, on that cross, that bittersweet and beautiful cross.