These days shallow and feeble resolve abound   And true devotion and passionate fervor are seldom found   But there are those who often feel they're all alone   Those of whose identities are known   By the mark of the crucified Son      Praying, caring, loving, sharing   These are the marks of the cross, ohh   Giving, bearing, feeling, daring   To lay down your life on the line   Forgetting what you leave behind   And willing to suffer the loss   Of the marks of the cross      These days the search for detachment and solitude   Lead to retreating to fortresses no one would dare intrude   Then there are those whose restless burdens start to show   Those who unmistakably must know   There's no crown 'til we sugger the cross      Praying, caring, loving, sharing   These are the marks of the cross, ohh   Giving, bearing, feeling, daring   To lay down your life on the line   Forgetting what you leave behind   And willing to suffer the loss   Of the marks of the cross      All our identity rest in the knowledge   Of who we're created to be   We are His workmanship, made in His image   For all of creation to see   The marks of His pain and His glory      Praying, caring, loving, sharing   These are the marks of the cross, ohh   Giving, bearing, feeling, daring   To lay down your life on the line   Forgetting what you leave behind   And willing to suffer the loss   And the marks of the cross   Praying, caring, loving, sharing   These are the marks of the cross, ohh