04/05/2026
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame. And I love that old cross, where the dearest and best for a world of lost sinners was slain. So, I’ll cherish the old rugged cross ‘til my trophies at last I lay down. I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange it some day for a crown.
Happy Easter! He is risen!