Words by Bob Hartman 

Based on Matthew 10:39, Luke 9:62



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 identities 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 no one would dare intrude 

Then there are those whose restless burdens start to show 

Those who unmistakably most know 

There's no crown 'til we suffer 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