The Cross

(If displayed properly, this poem is in the shape of a cross.) The cross is as an emblem of my love, pure and true, and serves as a reminder of my suffering for you. For it was on a wooden cross I was nailed and lifted up. And because of my great love for you, I drank the bitter cup. The mind cannot perceive, and there are no words to tell, the greatness of My pain as that hammer struck each nail. I hung and died there on that cross, to ransom you from sin, that when your life is over, heavens gate may bid you in. Let not what I have suffered be forgotten, or for naught, but remember why I came and remember all I taught. Live each day in such a way that all who know you see, a kind and grateful Christian who loves, and lives, for Me. You are precious in my sight. I saved your soul from loss. So think how great My love every time you see a cross.