Black day, stormy night   No love, no hope in sight   Don't cry, He is coming   Don't die without knowing the cross      Ghettos to the left of us   Flowers to the right   There'll be bread for all of us   If we can just bear the cross      Sweet song of salvation   A pregnant mother sings   She lives in starvation   Her children need all that she brings      We all have our problems   Some big, some are small   Soon all of our problems   Will be taken by the cross      Black day, stormy night   No love, no hope in sight   Don't cry for He is coming   Don't die without knowing the cross, no      Ghettos to the left of us   Flowers to the right   There'll be bread for all, y'all   If we can just, just bear the cross, yeah      We all have our problems   Some are big, some are small   Soon all of our problems, y'all   Will be taken by the cross, no      The cross   The cross