Crosses
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Crosses
Christlike creatures carry crosses bravely borne
from fetters forged by blessed consecrations.
Wicked winds tear at flesh that’s whipped and worn
as vanquished persons hold on to their convictions.
A twisted world is turning towards the darkness
embracing envy, enmity and shame.
The holy sword is noted for its sharpness
as it cuts the callous with a fiery flame.
Christlike creatures carry crosses bravely borne
in days when demons dare to raise a hype of hell.
Yet, an angel protects them from the scorn
as they glance down on some sorry son that fell.
God will be victor in the wake of time.
There is a cross brand new for some to own,
a quick deliverance from hands that are unkind
to arms of welcome and a world called home.
3/30/18
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2018
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