The way of the cross is the way for each heart,
It’s an altar, this cross on a hill.
And the way of the cross we are all asked to tread,
He beckons us come there still.

The road to heaven can be rugged and rough
Many times to the valley descend.
But through the dark night and the pitfalls of life
You’ll walk hand in hand with your friend.

When nightfall comes and shadows creep o’er
And the twilight of life seems to dim
Then the way of the cross that seemed so rough before,
Is a highway leading to Him.

There’s no turning back when the sand has run out
And the glass of your life’s standing still
You’ll be glad that you’re bound for your heavenly home
And you went by the cross on the hill.

And then you’ll pass over the river of time
Where days will be numbered no more.
You’ll never look back to this pilgrimage here
You’ll be safe on that heavenly shore.

And on through the years of eternity’s bliss
Through the eons of ages you’ll still
Be glad that one day you followed the Lord
And went by the cross on the hill.

Copyright: Donald Stuckless 1975