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

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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 were 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