Edith Doherty Eutsler Poet Prose Poetry

On a Chain

On a chain around my neck, the cross I seldom wear.
Not made of wood or bloodstained from Jesus bloody hair.
It doesn't show the holes from nails that pierced His hands,
nor the scrapes from being dragged on that dusty land.
I cannot hear the sound of Jesus when He cried for me and you,
"Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do..." 
I took the shiny cross off, it doesn't suit my taste.
Put on the whole armour of God, Eph:6:11-18, in it's place.

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Leon Wilson March 24, 2014 at 8:36 AM Edith brilliant a lot of people wear a cross just for religious reasons or just jewellery but I know your faith is in what Jesus did at the cross there is no power in a metal cross around some ones neck and yes I would rather have the full armour of God.God bless you.