049 My Own Rugged Cross

On a hill every day stand my own rugged cross,
It promises suffering and shame;
and it scares me to death but the one that I bless
Would never refine me with pain

So I’ll run from my own rugged cross
When I see it I’m turning around
I’m afraid that it’s bad for my health
When the going gets tough I lay down

“Yeah, I just need some Me time.”

Supporting Texts

“And whoever does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me.”
Matthew 10:38 ESV

And he said to all, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.
Luke 9:23 ESV

Based on the hymn: The Old Rugged Cross

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suff’ring and shame;
And I love that old cross where the Dearest and Best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.

Author: George Bennard (1913)

Additional Info

Key: Bb?
BPM: 52
Drafted: March 19-25, 2025
Published: 3/25/2025