The Cross

(written by Prince)

Black day, stormy night

No love, no hope in sight

Don't cry, He is coming

Don't die without knowing the Cross

Knowing the cross...

Knowing the cross...

Ghettos to the left of us

Flowers to the right

There'll be bread for all of us

If we can just bear the Cross

Bear the Cross...

Bear the Cross...

Sweet song of salvation

A pregnant mother sings

She lives in starvation

Her children need all that she brings

All that she brings...

All that she brings...

We all have our problems

Some big, some are small

Soon all of our problems

Will be taken by the Cross

Black day, stormy night

No love, no hope in sight

Don't cry, He's coming

Don't die without knowing the Cross!

Ghettos to the left of us

Flowers to the right

There'll be bread for all of us

If we can just, just bear the Cross!

We all have our own problems

Some are big, some are small

Soon all of our problems,

Will be taken by the Cross!

The Cross!

Transcribed by IITI