At the cross
His blood was spilled.
A sign to all
our sins are forgiven,
a betrayal that
had meaning for those that
believe.
He was hung on the cross
so that we could live
a life eternal in
God's love and grace.
At the cross
he hung, a thorn of
crowns upon His head.
A man,
the son of God,
born of the Virgin,
who walked the earth and lived
as we all do.
A sacrifice no mother
can imagine,
A sacrifice no father could
fathom,
His parents, earthly and His heavenly Father
watch as the
son they love,
died on the cross
bleeding, beaten,
and murdered.
His death is our life,
his suffering is our
forgiveness of our sins.
He died the death
we should have suffered,
for the wages of sin
is death.
He bore that cross for us,
a sign of a love we can't
imagine,
a love we don't deserve.
The cross is the symbol of
all He has given for us.
A sign
made of wood,
stained with His blood
and a reminder that
to live our lives for God.
To give Him the glory and pray for
our forgiveness and the forgiveness
others.
A reminder of God's love and sacrifice for
the children that he loves.
The cross,
a symbol like no other.
A promise,
not unlike the rainbow.
A gift
of life and forgiveness.
Where pain and torture took place,
hope and love are
replaced on that wooden cross.
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