These days shallow and feeble resolve abound

And true devotion and passionate fervor are seldom found

But there are those who often feel they're all alone

Those of whose identites are known

By the mark of the crucified Son



(Chorus)

Praying, caring, loving, sharing

These are the marks of the cross

Giving, bearing, feeling, daring

To lay down your life on the line

Forgetting what you leave behind

And willing to suffer the loss

Of the marks of the cross



These days the search for detachment and solitude

Lead to retreating to fortresses noone would dare intrude

Then there are those whose restless burdens start to show

Those who unmistakably most know

There's no crown 'til we sugger the cross



All our identity rests in the knowledge

Of who we;re created to be

We are His workmanship, made in His image

For all of creation to see

The marks of His pain and His glory