When I Turn Toward Calvary

When I Turn Toward Calvary

 

I see my Lord, standing before me

I'm white as snow; it's the blood you know

Covering me

His nail scarred hands held out for me

No accusation in his eyes

Press on He says

Press on toward the prize

I forget my Lord, I tarry and I'm afraid

The traps of the world and the schemes of the enemy

But I can overcome the world

When I turn to Calvary

 

 

I see my Lord, when I turn toward Calvary