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Christian Cross

Head hung low, I walk the street-
Timid to feel the hangman's loss-
Every step on my blistered feet-
Takes me closer to, the Christian cross-
With every second, my soul does exhaust-
Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry-
Hide my eyes my shame is discreet-
Explain to me God, why must I die?

You say the hunger game I did cheat-
I see on that hangman's rope your hands across-
How close I was to starvation beat-
Why must  I die for naught but sauce-
On bread instead of my usual moss-
I hope you see my little child cry-
Although to you unjust is a treat-
Hold him God on the day he will die-

With my head hung low, I walk the street-
My family will feel the hangman;s loss-
No more will I walk upon these blistered feet-
Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross-
For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust-
My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry-
No more reason for you to stand all so discreet-
I am happy at last, on the day that I die-

I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross-
These murderers relax themselves on their own lie-
In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss-
I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 7/3/2013 10:50:00 AM
Jordan, I was touched by and can relate to your words of assurance. As Christians, God will never leave our side as He walks with us through whatever His perfect plan is in our lives....Great work here.... Jake
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Date: 11/3/2012 1:57:00 PM
Jordan, a very sad thought the world we live in... thanks God for Christianity...enjoyed your poem~always~LINDA
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Jordan Dickinson
Date: 11/3/2012 3:16:00 PM
Thank you, one can only hope that the world will have people who make it better rather then bring it down.