The Cross of Our Savior
An aged cedar's fallen trunk was taken from
a remote, quite grove by a stone wall,
and brought to Jerusalem to build
the wooden cross on which Christ was crucified,
after He was condemned to death by Pontius Pilate;
those rough planks, not smoothed out by skilled
hands, made Jesus bleed, and Judas stared
at His leaning forehead,
pierced by a crown made
of thorns, not fit for a heavenly King...
destined to die so young for Mankind!
On the way to painful Calvary, Jesus fell
three times, crushed by the weight
of the heavy cross while being called an impostor
by a crowd, which shouted and laughed;
Josephus believed Him to be the Christ,
whom Isaiah prophesied very long ago...
He called Him Wonderful, the Prince of Peace!
Rejoice faithful, He has risen
from His tomb, and He's sitting by His father's right
end for all eternity, to lord over nations!
Look into those bright clouds...He's alive!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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