As I look to the Cross
And see Him hung by fettered nails
I wonder, “Was justice given?”
As I look to the foot of the Cross
And see His pool of crimson blood
I wonder, “Was atonement given?”
As I look to the top of the Cross
And see a sign proclaiming Him king
I wonder, “Was honor given?”
As I look to the left of the Cross
And see all my unrepentant sins
I wonder, “Was mercy given?”
As I look to the right of the Cross
And see all my penitent sins
I wonder, “Was pardon given?”
As I look to His open arms on the Cross
And see His innocent eyes looking at me
I know, “His love was fully given.”
As I bow in the eternal-light of the Cross
And see His Grace now covering me
I know, “I am forgiven!”