As I gaze upon Your cross
Its arms reach out to me,
Its reach is not too short to save,
But its embrace I want to flee.
I know although it is a part of God's redeeming plan,
But it is heavy in my heart, for I'm a weak young man.
So I question now the cost that counts, yes every night and day,
But I hope to God, that I make it through to hear His bishop say:
'Arise my son and be on your way,
For like unto Melchizedek is what you are today'. Amen
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