The Cross
Tumulting like Babel the sin crazed throng
Hoisted him on the sharp spikes of their spite
Exciting demons whom he did no wrong
Christ the man upon the cross, abandoned,
Ridiculed, rejected outcast, alone
Omnipotent love, in mercy atone
Savior, we knew not what we had done
Suffer us still, by these wood, to wear your robe of white
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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