'Twas a life filled with aimless desperation Without hope walked the shell of a man. Then a hand with a nail print stretched downward, Just one touch then a new life began. And the old rugged cross made the difference. In a life bound for heartache and defeat; I will praise Him forever and ever For the cross made the difference for me. Barren walls echoed harshness and anger. Little feet run in terror to hide; Now those walls ring with love, warmth and laughter, Since the giver of life moved inside. And the old rugged cross made the difference. In a life bound for heartache and defeat; I will praise Him forever and ever For the cross made the difference for me. There's a room filled with sad, ashen faces. Without hope death has wrapped them in gloom; But at the side of a saint there's rejoicing, For life can't be sealed in a tomb. And the old rugged cross made the difference. In a life bound for heartache and defeat; I will praise Him forever and ever For the cross made the difference for me.

33. The old rugged cross made the difference