The cross where Jesus died
So cruelly crucified
Was made from an ordinary tree
But the Blood that Jesus bled
Stained that wood crimson red
That's what made that rugged cross Holy (No)
(No) the cross wasn't holy till the blood was applied
That flowed from His wounds and from His precious side
It then became a symbol for all mankind to see
Was lifted up as a sign, a light to eternity
The crown placed on His head
As mockingly they said
That He was the king of the Jews
Little did they realize
From the grave He would rise
And deliver to the world-good news (No)
No man is not holy till the blood is applied
That flowed from His wounds and from His precious side
So come kneel at the cross where sins are washed away
Where Jesus lifts you up into His arms to stay
No the cross wasn't holy till the blood was applied