71. The Cross Made the Difference

'Twas a life filled with aimless desperation, without hope walked the shell of a man, Then a hand with a nail-print stretched downward, just one touch, then a new life began.

And the old rugged cross made the diff'rence in a life bound for heartache and defeat; I will praise him forever and ever, for the cross made the diff'rence for me.

Barren walls echoed harshness and anger, little feet run in terror to hide; Now those walls ring with love, warmth and laughter, since the giver of life moved inside.

And the old rugged cross made the diff'rence in a life bound for heartache and defeat; I will praise him forever and ever, for the cross made the diff'rence for me.

There's a room filled with sad, ashen faces, without hope death has wrapped them in gloom; But at the side of a saint there's rejoicing, for life can't be sealed in a tomb.

And the old rugged cross made the diff'rence in a life bound for heartache and defeat; I will praise him forever and ever, for the cross made the diff'rence for me.