Power On the Cross
A tree upon which hung a lamb-
A tree of toxic thorns
A final cry of agony
That only few would mourn.
Tragedy befell the place
As the light went dark
Yet the world was now in grace,
Could now, to life, embark.
There was power in the blood
Shed upon this tree
Everlasting power that could
Pardon sin and free.
This tree was once a sign of death
A symbol of disgrace
Now, in sweet remembrance
To be constantly embraced.
Life that left the tree that day
Would never leave for good,
For, within the next three days
Returned, in glory, stood.
There is always power in the
Blood that then was shed
Everlasting power that has
Risen from the dead.
Copyright © Stenila Simon | Year Posted 2018
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