It is when we look to the cross we realize how small man really is.
“When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss And pour contempt on all my pride
Were every realm of nature mine My gift would still be far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Hymn- “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross” by Isaac Watts