Ash Wednesday to Pentecost
Everywhere I See the Cross Bit In My Heart
- Everywhere I see The Cross but in my heart,
In lofty churches and hushed galleries it stands and glows;
I see the image of the dying Christ
But why I go on sinning, God only knows. - Everywhere I see The Cross but in my heart,
In the words I read and prayers I pray
But even then when I see evil in the street,
I close my heart and turn away. - But everywhere I see The Cross it hurts my heart,
For an instant every day it brings its pain
And I hope that all these moments gathered in
Will help me see My Lord again.