Lyrics Pocket Full Of Rocks

Pocket Full Of Rocks

At The Cross

Dark was the stain of my sin

Evermore guilty within

Searching for rescue when none could be found

Until from that hill I heard the sound

Until from that hill I heard the sound

At the cross, at the cross

Where there's room for me

At the cross, at the cross

I am finally free

At the cross, at the cross

Burdens thrown away

At the cross

Oh, what a glorious plan

God reaching down to fallen men

To all of us broken, lost and undone

Here now as heaven bids us come

Here now as heaven bids us come

At the cross, at the cross

Where there's room for me

At the cross, at the cross

I am finally free

At the cross, at the cross

Burdens thrown away

At the cross

A way seems truly yours hold and touch me

And grace of [Incomprehensible] cradled and sing [Incomprehensible]

A way seems truly yours hold and touch, warm embrace

Is greater than my sin

At the cross, at the cross

Where there's room for me

At the cross, at the cross

I am finally free

At the cross, at the cross

Burdens thrown away

At the cross, at the cross

At the cross, at the cross

Where there's room for me

At the cross, at the cross

I am finally free

At the cross, at the cross

Burdens thrown away

At the cross, at the cross

At the cross, at the cross