An object, a mere symbol of Christianity
A pedant on your necklace or key chain
The sign made by the priest with his hands
Or the fusion of humanity and deity
Sometime around 25AD
A king was substituted for a robber
The son of God
Was mocked and made to suffer
The implement of execution
Turned to a means of Salvation
A blood sacrifice
That issued out redemption
On that plank of wood
Where his hands were nailed
His unconditional love
Had no bounds.
On that plank of wood
Where his feet were nailed
And that spear was thrust into His side:
Blood, so red and thick
Gushed out like a flood
- A flood that drowned
All sickness
Water, so strong
That the torrent
Washed away our sins like
a retreating wave on the shores of life
The cross.
The situation of Gods’ power
And humanity’s sinful nature.
The meeting of God and man.
Sunday, 12 April 2009
The Cross
Posted by The poets voice ~~~ at 12:27
Labels: Cross, Crucifixion, easter, Resurrection
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7 voices have spoken:
this is beautiful i love the way you sectioned it off
i'm also totally loving the look of the blog
happy easter
Thanx!! Happy Easter to you too.
@ deola - thank you and thanx for stoppin by.
absolutely beautiful poem!!
hmmm....the cross - the meeting of God and man.
Very nice one. Really creative. I love the way u express this.
@ today's ranting- thanx
@ ~scotchBiscuits~ - thank you!
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