Wednesday, December 30, 2009


In early 1991, a young lady in our church, who knew I wrote poems occasionally, showed me a poem she'd written. It was about the Cross of Calvary, and it was pretty good.

For some reason, it sparked a desire on my part, to write a poem, about the Cross, in the shape of a cross. The result follows:


Jesus died

Mary cried

Guards lied

Jesus died

While I was lost in my sin and pride
While disciples could but run and hide
While soldiers for His garments vied
My precious Savior sighed, and died

Death: denied!

Love:  applied

Now, edified

We can abide

By  His  side

I  have  tried

In each stride,

He, my guide

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