Sometimes through sun,Sometimes through rain,But always with covering for my head.Sometimes through places that I know very well,Sometimes through places with no path.Sometimes weak and heavy laden,Sometimes the burden weighs me down.But in every situation,I see a cross saying, “Come to me.”Sometimes in peace.Sometimes in war.But always with weapons by my side.Sometimes through valleys where death seems to hangSometimes on wings like an eagle.There are stones that cause you bruising.There are brambles that cut deep.But in every situation,I see a cross saying, “Come to me.”Sometimes with friends.Sometimes alone.But always with Father by my side.Sometimes by rivers that still my soul.Sometimes crossing busy streets.There are many roads to choose from,Many people have their say.But in every situation,I see a cross saying, “Come to me.”