Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and i will give you rest
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light
(Matthew 11: 28-30)
When life seems empty and all hope dashed
When the last of you is at the edge of the cliff
Nothing seems to mean any thing to you
No help from every side.
Know this, there is still room for you at the cross
When tears become your daily food
and sorrow as water for you to drink
When it looks like there is no light at the end of the tunnel
Your last option the world to cling
Stop! Think! have you tried the Cross?
Never mind, there is still room for you at the cross
Far from your abode is the love from men
Many spit at the sound of your name
Your friends have deserted you
They wait for your downfall from afar
Its not to late to surprise them
For there is still room at the cross for you
'Will He ever forgive me' you ask
'Maybe His blood wasn't for me' you think
Who was the blood for then? A perfect man?
If so, what is the use of His death then?
Just come, there is still space for you at the cross
At the Cross is a fountain flowing for the soul unclean
At the Cross burdens are laid
At the Cross the devil has no right
At the Cross the dwellers are safe and secured
At the Cross, you die and Christ lives in you
Come, there is a room for you there
No doubt, there at the Cross are the dwellers many
But there is still space for you there
The Cross is not too filled that it can't accommodate you.
Trust me, the dwellers are friendly.
All it takes is an open heart and you would see His mercy flow
Enjoy your stay at the Cross. Its worth the stress
There is still room for you at the Cross