More Than Ever

When I started my journey in fresh, child-like faith,
I believed that the Lord's way was best.
I would read in His word how He mothered the
bird, and grieved when it fell from its nest.
How I felt His delight when I chose to do right,
And prayed I would not make Him sad.
We would meet on the way in the cool of the day.
What a pure sweet communion we had.

Oh, but now more than ever, I cherish the cross.
More than ever I sit at His feet.
All the miles of my journey have proved my Lord true,
And He is so precious to me.

Oh, the road I have travelled
has sometimes been steep,
through the wild, jagged places of life.
And sometimes I've stumbled and fallen so hard
that the stones cut my soul like a knife,
But the staff of my Shepherd would reach
out for me and lift me to cool pastures green.
Oil of the Spirit, anointing my wounds,
there I'd rest by the clear, healing stream.

Oh, but now more than ever, I cherish the cross.
More than ever I sit at His feet.
All the miles of my journey have proved my Lord true,
And He is so precious to me.

Is love's old sweet story too good to be
true? Do you find all this hard to believe?
Has the cruel world we live in so battered your
heart, that the hurt child inside you can't grieve?
I can't say I blame you I've been where you are,
and all I can say is, "It's true!"
You're wanted, you're precious,
you're the love of His heart, and the old rugged cross was for you.

Now more than ever, I cherish the cross.
More than ever I sit at His feet.
All the miles of my journey have proved my Lord true,
And He is so precious to me.

Oh, but now more than ever, I cherish the cross.
More than ever I sit at His feet.
All the miles of my journey have proved my Lord true,
And He is so precious to me.
Oh, He is so precious to me... Yes! He is so precious to me.