I adjusted the lyrics of “The Old Rugged Cross” in memory of a dear Pastor friend who passed away in his sleep on Monday at a young age of 65.
On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
Loren loved that old cross, where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
So he cherished, the old rugged cross,
Till his trophies at last he laid down;
He always clung, to the old rugged cross,
And exchanged it Monday for a crown.
To the old rugged cross, he forever was true,
With his beau-ti-ful wife, a perfect pair
Lor-en was called, this day, to his home far away,
Where God’s glory forever he’ll share.
Let’s cherish, the musical-memories of Lor—en
A great Pas-tor, what more can you say
He taught us, and loved at all times
And shared Jesus, with people every day
Now we cling to the old rugged cross,
We’ll exchange it some day for our crown.
We’ll see Loren again that sweet day
He’ll be laughing and joking around