The Cross

To some it's just an emblem

a formality.

It's a symbol that's been used

so frequently.

Many blaspheme and despise.

Though it's ancient, it abides.

A shrine to death that stands

for life to me.

There was a cross made

For the Son of God at Calvary.

Two pieces of rough timber on a hill.

Through His hands

and through His feet,

He took the nails for you and me.

Angels watched

as He died for the lost.

Though He could have walked away

He chose the cross.

You see why this old emblem

is so dear to me.

It stood for suffering,

yet it brought us peace.

It bridged the gap for me.

Offered cleansing for our sins.

An icon that reminds us

that we're free.

God forbid that I should ever

Let my memory fade.

But forever keep the cross in view

For that's where I was saved.

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