In shadows cast by worldly minds,
Where wisdom’s light grows dim,
The cross stands tall, a beacon bright,
A paradox within our hymn.
To Greeks, it seems a foolish tale,
A stumbling block they scorn,
Yet hidden there, God’s power dwells,
In Christ, our hope reborn.
For wisdom’s halls may echo grand,
With eloquence and might,
But at the cross, a deeper truth,
Unfolds in sacred light.
The crucified, both weak and strong,
A mystery profound,
In weakness, strength; in death, new life,
God’s grace forever bound.
So let us lift our eyes above,
To where the cross stands tall,
Embrace its message, transformation’s call,
And find our unity in Christ, our all.
