That Old Rugged Cross
That Cross
Letting earth-bound mind (and soul to) indulge thought
The title of this hymn came to heart and memory
And miraculously, after one "new" hymn I know not
My freshly downloaded file played, "The Old Rugged Cross"
Slowly but suddenly I'm a majority of one (in GOOD company)
Echoing, "Cross, 'emblem of suffering and shame'" has a claim on me
For sinners saved by One who gladly paid for all sin, shame, iniquity
Because He would not let His handiwork (art, by Ancient Trinity) die
My indulgence in thought-life, doubt-life, questioning-life
Could not stand before the "attraction" of The Pure Lamb of God
A bad day in "town" in our "backward" nation (my non-American life)
Erased! Faith and fear may not coexist. Which one do we feed, reward?
That Old Rugged Cross suades us to lay earthly trophies down -
Something true about Calvary, an Artist wanting to save art - His own
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2021
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