A place inside my spirit beckons from a hill

Sometimes I choose to visit

Sometimes against my will

I take the long and sloping road

As though I hear some rooster crow

And driven by a prayer I go

To the cross

Whenever I resist it

I am not at rest

It hovers there inviting me

To be a humble guest

I need it daily this I know

So with my selfish tears in tow

And with my fighting feears I go

To the cross

And there I lay them down

For the Saviour's love

Because He gave His flawless life

I take it up

And so I will determine

This cross to be my friend

And I will bear it in my heart

Until my pride is dead

Part of me will tell it no

But Christ was there before me so

I'll follow faithfully and go

To the cross

I'll follow faithfully and go

To the cross