Twas a life filled with aimless desperation

Without hope walked the shell of a man;

Then a hand with a nailprint stretched downward,

Just one touch then a new life began.



And the old rugged cross made the difference

In a life bound for heartache and defeat;

I will praise Him forever and ever

For the cross made the difference for me.



Barren walls echoed harshness and anger

Little faces ran in terror to hide;

Now those walls ring with love, warmth and laughter,

Since the giver of life moved inside.



Now there's a room filled with sad, ashen faces

Without hope death has wrapped them in gloom;

But at the side of a saint there's rejoicing,

For life can't be sealed in a tomb.