He came to me from nowhere,
Touched my hand and said;
I have something to show you,
And into the night He led.

He took me to a green hillside,
Where a great wooden cross stood;
Asked me what I saw there,
And if I understood.

I looked at the cross blindly,
And in answer did reply;
I see a cross before me,
A place where someone died.

He turned me to face him,
And looked into my eyes;
Said, "see the cross with your heart,
Before you do reply."

I LOOKED AT THE CROSS, SAW RIVERS OF RED,
FOUNTAINS OF BLOOD - THAT SOMEONE HAD SHED,
I LOOKED AT MY LIFE, SAW IT BLACK WITH SIN,
AND ALL OF A SUDDEN, THE SAVIOUR WALKED IN.
THE BLOOD OF THE CROSS - I TOUCHED WITH MY HAND,
AND THE LOVE OF THE SAVIOUR SLOWLY BEGAN.
GREAT FLOODS OF HIS BLOOD, BEGAN TO TOUCH ME,
AND THE BLACK OF MY SIN TURNED TO WHITE;
I KNEW IN MY HEART, I HAD FINALLY COME,
INTO HIS PRESENCE THAT NIGHT.

Now I look at the cross and I see such love,
That is promised to all of mankind;
The promise of love, paid with a great price;
His death for your life and for mine.

I see how His blood, although it is red,
Can turn our black sin to white;
I see how His love and unfailing grace,
Can bring us back into the light.

I see through the cross what Christmas now means,
A promise throughout all the land;
I see through the cross how He died and rose,
To bring God's redemption to man.