|As a leaf changes when it dies, so we change when we die to self.|
"I will cling to the old rugged cross,and exchange it some day for a crown."
O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world, has a wondrous attraction for me; for the dear Lamb of God left his glory above to bear it to dark Calvary. In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine, a wondrous beauty I see, for 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died, to pardon and sanctify me. To that old rugged cross I will ever be true, its shame and reproach gladly bear; then he'll call me some day to my home far away, where his glory forever I'll share.
I hear God says to me, "Dear Child, it is Jesus who they see. It is Jesus who they see! They are't rejecting you. They are rejecting Me. Come her, Baby Girl, I will hold you."