Bruce Moss



Hello my friends, welcome to my website. My name is Bruce Moss and I am a Christian singer/songwriter from Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada. To date, I have written and recorded 191 songs, that are contained on 15 CDs, all of which are available here, for you to listen to, and hopefully, be blessed by. The first CD, "To God Be The Glory", was released in 2006, and contains 15 new songs to sing. Since 2006, I have released one new CD every year, and by the grace of God, I will continue to do so, to His glory.

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The Witness

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By: Bruce Moss
Posted in: Poetry

My name is Simon of Cyrene, no stranger to this Nazarene, of whom I’ve come to testify today
And what I’ve come to say to you about this man I know is true, so please give ear to what I have to say  I am but a humble man, a stranger to this foreign land, my country is so very far from me
But I have come that you may know, the One whose Spirit moves me so
That you may know this man from Galilee

I was only passing through Jerusalem that day
When I came upon an angry throng, that suffered me to stay
They had gathered just beyond the gate, outside the wall
And we were on the road to Calvary, to the place they call the Skull

As I drew near, I could hear them, but at first I could not see
The One they mocked and ridiculed, the One they cursed so violently
But I remember when I saw Him, I remember my surprise
To see this man so bruised and beaten, standing there before my eyes

Who was this man, what had He done to deserve such inhumanity
What did He say to cause such condemnation from these Pharisees
Why were all these scribes and rulers so enraged by One so meek
For He seemed to be a gentle man, so strong, but now so weak

Never have I seen such scourging, never have I felt such shame
Never have I seen such anguish, born of sin and borne with pain
I could see this man of sorrows, I could feel the maddening crowd
As if they were possessed by demons, crying out so very loud, crucify Him, crucify Him, crucify Him

But in His face, I saw no anger, no contempt for those who sneered
From His lips no condemnation, from His eyes no bitter tears
His countenance was one of pity, strangely though, He made no sound
Like a lamb led to the slaughter He was bound, without a word

And I thought, how could this man be so gentle, how could this man be so meek
How could this man be so silent, why did He refuse to speak
As the soldiers scourged and mocked Him, blood was flowing down His cheeks
From the angry crown of thorns that pierced His brow

His cross he carried 'til He stumbled, falling weakly to the ground
Still He uttered no reviling, still He did not make a sound
A Roman soldier struck and mocked Him, rise up Jesus, King of the Jews
Take up Your cross if You are able or feel my wrath if You refuse

How my heart cried out to help Him, but my fear kept me at bay
No longer could I bear to watch Him, but still I could not turn away
And for a moment, just a moment, which seemed like an eternity
This man of sorrows turned His eyes on me

He was not a man of beauty, no one would desire Him
His visage was so marred and swollen, from the stripes that tore His skin
I could feel His lacerations bleeding to the bone
And robbing Him of precious life, as if they were my own

Then through the darkness of my soul, the Son of God shone through
As from His eyes, a brilliant light, pierced me through and through
A sudden peace came over me, that I knew was not my own
And I felt His love and mercy, unlike anything I've known

Then I heard His voice call my name, Simon of Cyrene
Take up My cross and follow Me, a humble Nazarene
Then reaching down, I took the cross from this man of Galilee
And the demons that were mocking Him, now, were mocking me
And I followed Him to die on Calvary

There the nails were driven in, first His hands and then His feet
Still He uttered no reviling, still He seemed to be so meek
Unlike the thief, who scorned and mocked Him, though condemned to die like Him
He hung there on that blood stained tree, so innocent of that man's sin

And I recall the final scene just before He died
The sky grew dark, the crowd reviled Him
Some of His own friends denied Him
While others stood beside the cross and cried bitter tears

I could not move, I could not speak, I was frozen in that place and time
I could only mourn and weep, knowing that His sins were mine
Then this man I never knew, this Nazarene who was a Jew
Cried Father, forgive them for they know not what they do

Then from His voice that spoke forgiveness, came these words, I thirst
While demon armies screamed around Him, how they mocked Him, how they cursed
But sour wine, mixed with gall, was all that they would offer Him, to ease His pain and suffering
That He chose to bear because of sin

And as He hung there on that cross, my life flashed before my eyes
And in a voice so all alone, he cried
My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me, it is finished
Then He yielded up His Spirit and He died

The sky grew angry, heaven roared, the earth was shaken to the core
The temple veil itself, was torn in two
By raging bolts of thunder, the rocks were split asunder
As if God, Himself, had crucified Him too

Now those who mocked Him were afraid, many ran and hid away
No longer did they jeer Him or applaud
And I heard a Roman soldier say, the one who stood by Him that day
That truly, this was the Son of God

And there I was upon my knees with nowhere else to go
So lost in my iniquities that I had come to know
The pain and fear that gripped my heart, had cut me like a knife
And was tearing at my very soul and robbing me of life

Then I looked upon His lifeless form, so pure and undefiled
This man that they called Jesus, the One the world reviled
Has caused my heart to bleed inside, as a witness to the way He died

Below the cross, the ground was rent, as the gift of life that heaven sent
Flowed freely from His hands and feet to rest upon the mercy seat
The Lamb of God has shed His blood, to show the world that God is love
He became the final sacrifice for sin

My name is Simon of Cyrene, no stranger to this Nazarene
Of whom I've come to testify today

Written by Bruce Moss, October 11, 2002
To God Be The Glory


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