In the shadow of His cross,
I found a place for me.
How it loomed so big,
so that all could see.
I felt hot tears
running down my face;
Such horrible agony I saw,
as in the shadows was my place.

How could one so loving
be so misunderstood?
How could such horrible cruelty
be inflicted on one so good?
Blood, sweat, tears were all mingled,
as He suffered such pain;
As in the shadow, there I stood,
as He suffered such dismain.

There from the shadows,
I could hear Him pray;
"Father Forgive Them," Hold no charge,
Forgive them this sin-filled day.
In the shadows I cried,
He spoke to mother from earth;
Woman behold thy son
destined for this from my birth.

In the shadow of His cross,
I trembled with fear and dread;
His mother not understanding
that He came for this prepared.
Then He cried aloud,
"Father, Why Has Thou Forsaken Me",
as He bore my load of sin,
upon that Roman tree.

In The Shadow I stood helpless,
tormented in my own shame;
As He reached depths of unspeakable pain,
to write in His blood, my name.
Such mercy, such precious love,
kept Him there that day;
For, to make a path to heaven,
for me He made a way.

In the shadow of His cross
His blood on me did fall;
As His great love only grew,
for me He gave His all.
How do I begin to fathom this
as I felt a deadly loss?
I knelt in complete surrender,
In the shadow of His cross.

© 2003
Sandy Griffin

Through His cross, from the shadow where I stood,
I gained salvation; As He offers all who come
there and grasp for its true meaning.

With blessings,
Sandy