by: Keith and Krisyn Getty
Beneath the Cross of Jesus I find a place to stand,
And wonder at such mercy that calls me as I am.
For hands that should discard me hold wounds which tell me come.
Beneath the Cross of Jesus my unworthy soul is won.
Beneath the Cross of Jesus, His family is my own.
Once strangers chasing selfish dreams;
Now one through grace alone.
How could I know dishonor the ones that you have loved?
Beneath the cross of Jesus my unworthy soul is won.
Beneath the cross of Jesus, the path before the crown.
We follow in His footsteps where promised hope is found.
How great the joy before us to be His perfect bride.