The Cross

Black day, stormy night No love, no hope in sight Don't cry, He is coming Don't die without knowing the cross Ghettos to the left of us Flowers to the right There'll be bread for all of us If we can just bear the cross Sweet song of salvation A pregnant mother sings She lives in starvation Her children need all that she brings We all have our problems Some big, some are small Soon all of our problems Will be taken by the cross Black day, stormy night No love, no hope in sight Don't cry for He's coming Don't die without knowing the cross Ghettos to the left of us Flowers to the right There'll be bread for all, y'all If we can just, just bear the cross, yeah We all have our own problems Some are big, some are small Soon all of our problems, y'all Will be taken by the cross The cross The cross