How I long to see the picture finnished, painted as the perfect portrait, void of all the mysteries of my life.

The cares of life bend every corner taking me in wrong directions, can Iwalk dipite the pain and strife.

But what is life with out all the yearnings of the heart.

And who am I to doubt all you have in store for me.

So I will take up my cross and I will follow, I will follow…

and day by day and choice by choice I will follow, I follow…

And I will listen by the nailed way your cross is a better place and I will follow, I will follow…

So come and take me by the nailed gates, your cross is the safest place, I will follow, I will follow.

Your cross, it is the sweetest place.