by Darla Noble
Looking to Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising its shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
Today I want you to read (or sing) the words to one of the most beautiful songs ever written: “The Old Rugged Cross”. Why? Because if not for the cross, nothing we do in this life would matter.
On a hill far away; stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame.
And I love that old cross, where the dearest and best,
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross;
‘Til my trophies, at last, I lay down.
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.
In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine;
A wondrous beauty I see.
For the dear Lamb of God, left his glory above,
To pardon and sanctify me.
Jesus, thank You for the cross. And keep my eyes and heart focused on it every day of my life. In Your precious Name, I pray, Amen.