| -some came with stories Of shame and regrets Others from places we've prayed to forget Some from the ruins of lives that we made But we each had a moment when we cried out for grace And somehow we all found our way A thousand winding roads But they led to one place So many diff'rent stories of life When we were lost. . . Yet somehow, we all came to the cross || -some came from homes where His word is read Others from places His name wasn't said Some bowed the first time He whispered their name Others ran for a while But' in the end just the same -Bridge- Some who sins where many Somes whose sins were few We fell down on common ground -Coda- Yet somehow, ohh somehow At the cross, at the cross We all came to the cross. . .