Marks Of The Cross

These days shallow and feeble resolve abound 
And true devotion and passionate fervor are seldom found 
But there are those who often feel they're all alone 
Those of whose identites are known 
By the mark of the crucified Son 

(Chorus) 
Praying, caring, loving, sharing 
These are the marks of the cross 
Giving, bearing, feeling, daring 
To lay down your life on the line 
Forgetting what you leave behind 
And willing to suffer the loss 
Of the marks of the cross 

These days the search for detachment and solitude 
Lead to retreating to fortresses noone would dare intrude 
Then there are those whose restless burdens start to show 
Those who unmistakably most know 
There's no crown 'til we sugger the cross 

All our identity rests in the knowledge 
Of who we;re created to be 
We are His workmanship, made in His image 
For all of creation to see 
The marks of His pain and His glory