You may ask me what my tomorrow brings,
You may even question the reason I sing;
It’s because my hope is built on Christ alone,
Who sits upon the throne.
You may question if I am a child of the King;
Why trials come and cause turmoil within;
You may think that I won’t make it through,
But I know that there’s nothing my Jesus won’t do.
For I was bought with a price and now I am free;
Jesus blood was shed just for me.
Finally I’ve found the one I sought,
Humbly I kneel - at the foot of the cross.
At the foot of the cross as the tears stream down;
I see Jesus, with a thorny crown.
At the foot of the cross as day sets into night,
The blood trickles from his pierced side.
At the foot of the cross as they jeered and mocked;
He became the Savior I had always sought.
He bowed His head and whispered to me,
“For you I die on Calvary.”
At that moment I knew He loved me,
So, when I need reassurance to the cross I go.
He considers you nor me a loss,
If we come and kneel at the foot of the cross.