The Closer I Get to the Cross

There is safety in the distance, out of sight and mind,
And life is unexamined out of fear of what I’ll find.
But once again in solitude, my soul is unfulfilled,
So I press through the crowd and I step toward the hill.


The closer I get to the cross, the more I clearly see
The holiness of You and the sinfulness in me.
There’s a beauty in the agony that draws me to this place.
The closer I get to the cross, the more amazed I am by grace.


There are times I want to turn my head so I don’t have to face the truth
Of everything You’ve done for me and what I’ve done to You.
But here my eyes are opened and it breaks my heart to know
Just how deep the roots of all my failures go.


The closer I get to the cross, the more I clearly see
The holiness of You and the sinfulness in me.
There’s a beauty in the agony that draws me to this place.
The closer I get to the cross, the more amazed I am by grace.


Draw me nearer, nearer, Blessed Lord, to the cross where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer, nearer, Blessed Lord, to Thy precious bleeding side.


The closer I get to the cross, the more I clearly see
The holiness of You and the sinfulness in me.
There’s a beauty in the agony that draws me to this place.
The closer I get to the cross,
The more amazed I am by grace.

~By Palisade