Up ahead, at the top of the mount~ an old, rugged cross.
At the foot, I rest my weary legs.
I can feel the blood pumping through through my hands and feet.
I thirst, and the well of living water is drawn out for me.
It is not the wine vinegar that man has to offer;
at the foot of the cross there is life-giving water, truth,
lifting my heart and my thoughts towards Jesus.
No, He does not hang! For He is the Risen One!!
Come to save us from our sins.
It is here I can return again
and again.
Never too many steps,
never too many miles,
to take me too far from this place.