The preacherman began shoutin....
"Ain't ya'll glad we's all saved and not lost."
He screamed so loud that it shook the rafters and even that high huge lighted cross.
Then a sweet, shy, little girl walked slowly in telling no one where she's going or where she'd been.
Off the pew, up the aisle...out the church she went.
The church which let her down in search of truth; truth's nowhere to be found.

Chorus
To the cross our Lord went
To the people he sent
Ruth and love everlasting through time.
But, the people denied,
it was God crucified.
Though he died on the cross
there are still people lost.

An empty street; despair in a dark alley running scared no time to even stop and pray.
Looking up to see no cross or massive steeple, searching and confused and wandrin' far, away.
She stumbled, sighed, and thought, "God where's my home?"
No friends to help she knew she was all alone.
So frightened and hurt, nowhere to go, it's all been such a loss.
No place to rest, no church, no lighted cross.

Chorus
To the cross our Lord went
to the people he sent
truth and love everlasting through time.
But the people denied
it was God crucified
though he died on the cross
there are still people lost.

She fell and wept then heard a mumblin' sound looking up -- a man was lying on the ground.
With teary eyes and crackin' voice, she cried out, "Please help - I'm lost."
Direct me to the church, with that big old lighted cross.
The old man said, "Don't cry, 'cause you can't see the light,
for little girl, you're not so lost -- It's me who's lost his sight,
so hold my hand, I know that church, with that high huge lighted cross.
We're on the right path, girl, we are not lost."

Chorus
To the cross our Lord went
to the people he sent
truth and love everlasting through time.
But the people denied
it was God crucified
though he died on the cross
there are still people lost.

With trust and love they took each other's hand
to the church they went, the little girl with that old and dirty man.
The congregation looked and gasped and gave out a shocking sigh,
the girl pullin' the old man without a coat or tie.
A saved one threw a rock and hit him up beside the head.
At the church and lighted cross, he fell, the old man lay almost dead.
His final words he whispered to the girl, at a precious cost,
"Remember little girl -- it's not you who was lost.
You brought me back to the cross and that's where I'm gonna stay."
Heads bowed, knees bent on heaven's special day.
"It's you my friend and loving girl who brought me back to the cross.
My soul's at rest. I'm save, no I'm not lost."

Chorus
To the cross our Lord went
to the people he sent
truth and love everlasting through time.
But the people denied
it was God crucified
though he died on the cross
there are still people lost.

"Ain't ya'll glad we's all saved and not lost."
He screamed so loud that it shook the rafters and even that high huge lighted cross.
Then a sweet, shy, little girl walked slowly in telling no one where she's going or where she'd been.
Off the pew, up the aisle...out the church she went.
The church which let her down in search of truth; truth's nowhere to be found.

Chorus
To the cross our Lord went
To the people he sent
Ruth and love everlasting through time.
But, the people denied,
it was God crucified.
Though he died on the cross
there are still people lost.

An empty street; despair in a dark alley running scared no time to even stop and pray.
Looking up to see no cross or massive steeple, searching and confused and wandrin' far, away.
She stumbled, sighed, and thought, "God where's my home?"
No friends to help she knew she was all alone.
So frightened and hurt, nowhere to go, it's all been such a loss.
No place to rest, no church, no lighted cross.

Chorus To the cross our Lord went
to the people he sent
truth and love everlasting through time.
But the people denied
it was God crucified
though he died on the cross
there are still people lost.

She fell and wept then heard a mumblin' sound looking up -- a man was lying on the ground.
With teary eyes and crackin' voice, she cried out, "Please help - I'm lost."
Direct me to the church, with that big old lighted cross.
The old man said, "Don't cry, 'cause you can't see the light,
for little girl, you're not so lost -- It's me who's lost his sight,
so hold my hand, I know that church, with that high huge lighted cross.
We're on the right path, girl, we are not lost."

Chorus
To the cross our Lord went
to the people he sent
truth and love everlasting through time.
But the people denied
it was God crucified
though he died on the cross
there are still people lost.

With trust and love they took each other's hand
to the church they went, the little girl with that old and dirty man.
The congregation looked and gasped and gave out a shocking sigh,
the girl pullin' the old man without a coat or tie.
A saved one threw a rock and hit him up beside the head.
At the church and lighted cross, he fell, the old man lay almost dead.
His final words he whispered to the girl, at a precious cost,
"Remember little girl -- it's not you who was lost.
You brought me back to the cross and that's where I'm gonna stay."
Heads bowed, knees bent on heaven's special day.
"It's you my friend and loving girl who brought me back to the cross.
My soul's at rest. I'm save, no I'm not lost."

Chorus
To the cross our Lord went
to the people he sent
truth and love everlasting through time.
But the people denied
it was God crucified
though he died on the cross
there are still people lost.

"Ain't ya'll glad we's all saved and not lost."
He screamed so loud that it shook the rafters and even that high huge lighted cross.
Then a sweet, shy, little girl walked slowly in telling no one where she's going or where she'd been.
Off the pew, up the aisle...out the church she went.
The church which let her down in search of truth; truth's nowhere to be found.

Chorus
To the cross our Lord went
To the people he sent
Ruth and love everlasting through time.
But, the people denied,
it was God crucified.
Though he died on the cross
there are still people lost.

An empty street; despair in a dark alley running scared no time to even stop and pray.
Looking up to see no cross or massive steeple, searching and confused and wandrin' far, away.
She stumbled, sighed, and thought, "God where's my home?"
No friends to help she knew she was all alone.
So frightened and hurt, nowhere to go, it's all been such a loss.
No place to rest, no church, no lighted cross.

Chorus
To the cross our Lord went
to the people he sent
truth and love everlasting through time.
But the people denied
it was God crucified
though he died on the cross
there are still people lost.

She fell and wept then heard a mumblin' sound looking up -- a man was lying on the ground.
With teary eyes and crackin' voice, she cried out, "Please help - I'm lost."
Direct me to the church, with that big old lighted cross.
The old man said, "Don't cry, 'cause you can't see the light,
for little girl, you're not so lost -- It's me who's lost his sight,
so hold my hand, I know that church, with that high huge lighted cross.
We're on the right path, girl, we are not lost."

Chorus
To the cross our Lord went
to the people he sent
truth and love everlasting through time.
But the people denied
it was God crucified
though he died on the cross
there are still people lost.

With trust and love they took each other's hand
to the church they went, the little girl with that old and dirty man.
The congregation looked and gasped and gave out a shocking sigh,
the girl pullin' the old man without a coat or tie.
A saved one threw a rock and hit him up beside the head.
At the church and lighted cross, he fell, the old man lay almost dead.
His final words he whispered to the girl, at a precious cost,
"Remember little girl -- it's not you who was lost.
You brought me back to the cross and that's where I'm gonna stay."
Heads bowed, knees bent on heaven's special day.
"It's you my friend and loving girl who brought me back to the cross.
My soul's at rest. I'm save, no I'm not lost."

Chorus
To the cross our Lord went
to the people he sent
truth and love everlasting through time.
But the people denied
it was God crucified
though he died on the cross
there are still people lost.

©1998 St. Michael Press Publishing Co., Inc.