I stand before the cross,
Not as a scholar, but as a child,
The weight of wisdom fades,
And only grace remains.
No polished words can save,
No eloquence can heal,
Only the hands stretched wide,
Bearing wounds of love.
The world seeks reason,
A way to grasp what is unseen,
But faith walks the path,
Beyond what the mind can hold.
The cross is power,
The cross is life,
It defies every logic,
And yet it stands firm.
I see the blood,
Poured for those who doubt,
I hear the cry,
Calling even the wise to kneel.
Here, knowledge is nothing,
Here, pride has no place,
Here, the only answer is Jesus,
And the love that defies all reason.
A simple truth,
A sacrifice so deep,
No words can add,
No wisdom can replace.
So let me preach,
Not with wisdom,
Not with pride,
But with the power of the cross.