The Cross [Live in Dortmund, 1988]

Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry, for He is coming
Don't die without knowing

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 song of salvation
A pregnant mother sings
She lives in starvation
Her children need all that she brings

We all have our problems
Some big, some are small
Soon all of our problems
Will be taken by the cross
Do you believe tonight?
I know I do!
C'mon

Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't you cry, I know He's coming
Don't you die without knowing
You gotta live for the poorer
That man, that man he said
You gotta love
You gotta love
You've got to
You've got to
Ga-got to
Sing y'all