The Cross Lyrics - Higher Ground - Blind Boys Of Alabama
Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry, He is 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 bear the Cross
Sweet songs of salvation
A pregnant mother sings
She lives in starvation
Her children need all she can bring
We all have our problems
Some are big, some are small
And soon all our problems
Will be taken by the Cross, by the Cross
Writer: Prince Rogers Nelson
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