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At The Cross (Pocket Full Of Rocks)

Dark was the stain of my sin Evermore guilty within Searching for rescue when none could be found Until from that hill I heard the sound Until from that hill I heard the sound At the cross, at the cross Where there's room for me At the cross, at the cross I am finally free At the cross, at the cross Burdens thrown away At the cross Oh, what a glorious plan God reaching down to fallen men To all of us broken, lost and undone Here now as heaven bids us come Here now as heaven bids us come At the cross, at the cross Where there's room for me At the cross, at the cross I am finally free At the cross, at the cross Burdens thrown away At the cross A way seems truly yours hold and touch me And grace of [Incomprehensible] cradled and sing [Incomprehensible] A way seems truly yours hold and touch, warm embrace Is greater than my sin At the cross, at the cross Where there's room for me At the cross, at the cross I am finally free At the cross, at the cross Burdens thrown away At the cross, at the cross At the cross, at the cross Where there's room for me At the cross, at the cross I am finally free At the cross, at the cross Burdens thrown away At the cross, at the cross At the cross, at the cross