The Cross lyrics by The Blind Boys of Alabama. Black day, stormy nights No love, no hope in sight Don't cry, he is coming Don't die without knowing the cross...
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Black day, stormy nights
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry, he is coming
Don't die without knowing the cross
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 songs of salvation
A pregnant mother sings
She lives in starvation
Her children need all that she can bring
We all have our problems
Some are big, some are small
Soon all of our problems
Will be taken by the cross
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