The Iron Cross

From our fears and loss
comes many tears
the symbol of the cross

Our hearts ache with pain
attacked by the enemy
the cross forever stained

Our lives eternally changed
view of the cross
In the world's range

How do we remember
who could forget
sight of the cross, too tender

Wooden or iron, if you rather
it's the symbol
that all lives matter

So many hurt, life is lost
it's all in His plan
when He died on the cross

He knows tears, pain and loss
remember they're in His hands
when you see the Iron Cross.