The Blind Boys of Alabama - The Cross lyrics

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