Cross
This is a word above the rest
one which crosses every line
no matter how high the height
it tips you to make it mine
But there's only one cross that matters
the one that faces death head on
doesn't flinch not even for a moment
displays love perfection all else be gone
There at Calvary wood so rugged
attached there by metal so thin
but death was it's sure result
brought on by this world of sin
Nailed to that cross was God himself
in person of His own dear beloved son
dying in agony there for me a sinner
so precious the great transactions done
This word means so very much
for me it speaks of my salvation
nothing else matters in comparison
as Jesus alone is my satisfaction
(This is written about about my favorite word. )
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2016
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