Written by Ray Scarbrough
They took my Lord & striped his back he had to bear a sinner’s rack.
Oh what a senseless act it seemd to some nearby.
The roman called out to Simon. The soldier said you carry on.
And then the moment that forever changed his life.
I’ll take his cross. Oh what an honor he’s bestowed
I’ll take his cross. I’ll taste the dust from Calvary’s road.
I‘ll take the pain, If that’s the price I’ll pay the cross.
I’ll take his cross.
Oh how it cuts me like a knife, there has to be more than this life,
more than the knowlege that I’m saved from utter loss.
There’s so much more that I could do to prove to him my love is true.
I can express myself by carrying his cross.