The Cross
. The cross of Christ
wasn't mere slabs
of wood nailed to
form an addition
but basket for carrying all stained robes
of the world into the
laundry of Mt Calvary
where he washed all clean by his sacred
blood........................his blameless blood
light it really was
but made heavy
by the load of sin
taken upon it so
you and I can be
forever free
same cross
Christians bear
and in his pain
share
ours also full
with pleasures of doom
that must be disposed of
into Christ's basket that never will be full
Copyright © Sarpong Kumankoma | Year Posted 2014
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