I thought she was havin' trouble, so I stopped to lend a hand.
I didn't see that wooden cross behind her Chevy minivan.
I said "sorry ma'am" she said "that's alright, most folks drive on past."
She told me the history even though I didn't ask.
"It's been 14 years today since I took his name.
And a year ago December when we got that freezin' rain.
I'm not one to blame God, but at first I took it bad.
Now I've learned to count the blessings, every moment that we had.
"I don't come to mourn his dying, but to celebrate his life.
Ya know, death can never stop a love between a husband and a wife.
There's something 'bout me coming here when I'm feeling lost.
When I need to find my peace of mind, I just come to the cross."
I got back in my pickup truck and I drove away in tears.
Thanked God for a family and every moment we've had here.
Cause who knows what tomorrow holds or what's waiting round the bend?
And every time I pass a wooden cross, I hear those words again.
"I don't come to mourn his dying, but to celebrate his life.
Ya know, death can never stop a love between a husband and a wife.
There's something 'bout me coming here when I'm feeling lost.
When I need to find my peace of mind, I just come to the cross.
I just come to the cross."
