 
			Ash Wednesday to Pentecost
Everywhere I See the Cross Bit In My Heart
- Everywhere I see The Cross but in my heart,
 In lofty churches and hushed galleries it stands and glows;
 I see the image of the dying Christ
 But why I go on sinning, God only knows.
- Everywhere I see The Cross but in my heart,
 In the words I read and prayers I pray
 But even then when I see evil in the street,
 I close my heart and turn away.
- But everywhere I see The Cross it hurts my heart,
 For an instant every day it brings its pain
 And I hope that all these moments gathered in
 Will help me see My Lord again.