Broke down, here on life’s highway where, I realize I'm lost. When there, just in the distance, through a mist I see a cross. Upon a hill it stands there as though never touched by time. The air is filled with reverence as a crown of thorns I find.
I feel a sense of wanting, for words I'm at a loss. To think of what took place here, on this old rugged cross. And then I finally realize, this mist surrounding me, is a very special substance, its...the mist of Calvary.
Well maybe I'm just dreaming, not really at this place, but I thought I saw a glistening tear roll down my Savior's face. And then, just for a moment, while stranded, lost in time, I hear a voice so loving say "Your will be done, not Mine".
Then dark clouds gather, thunder rolls, as mortal men fear for their souls. A sword is thrust into His side while at His feet His mother cries. And I just stand there helpless, I somehow feel His pain, and yet I know the Son of God has no way died in vain.
So when I feel I've lost my way, I think back to this day, that for my sinful soul, my Savior gave His life away, it serves as a reminder of the love He has for me and all the suffering He did by dying on that tree. and me yes I was chosen, brought to this place I see, in time yes I was taken by....the mists of Calvary.
This so blessed me. I pray it blesses you as you remember what Christ went through for you. He left an awesome legacy. What kind of legacy are you leaving for Him?