Carve Your Name Into the Cross
Carve your name into the cross—
your grief is what He's bearing,
it's for you He sheds His blood,
it's for you He's caring.
Take a sharpened stone or stick
and mark into the wood.
Do you have splinters? He has worse,
tho' He's done naught but good
for you. So why do you hold back
and gaze upon Him sadly?
Carve your name into the cross:
He bears your burden gladly.
Carve your name into the rock
that no more hides the tomb.
Witness of the Lord's return
and gaze upon the room:
the garments folded, bright as though
His blood had never poured
upon the cloth; the earthen shelf
where His remains were stored,
but now are gone. The Son of Man
is risen from the dead.
Carve your name into the rock,
rejoice, and raise your head.
Carve your name into the cross—
your grief is what He's bearing,
it's for you He sheds His blood,
it's for you He's caring.
Take a sharpened stone or stick
and mark into the wood.
Do you have splinters? He has worse,
tho' He's done naught but good
for you. So why do you hold back
and gaze upon Him sadly?
Carve your name into the cross:
He bears your burden gladly.
Carve your name into the rock
that no more hides the tomb.
Witness of the Lord's return
and gaze upon the room:
the garments folded, bright as though
His blood had never poured
upon the cloth; the earthen shelf
where His remains were stored,
but now are gone. The Son of Man
is risen from the dead.
Carve your name into the rock,
rejoice, and raise your head.