Julie Cottingham Poet Shape

Upon Thy Cross

I never saw more wonderous 

                                            more meaningful true love

                                            Than that of my dear Lord

                                              Unconditional true love

              Upon the cross his head did bow, his heart for this world be broken

                 before he died these precious words, were memorably spoken

                 Forgive them Father, he softly said, for they know not what they do.

               And silently he slipped away, settling the sin of debt for me and you.

                                         Approaching fast is Christmas Morn

                                         Whilst children dream of presents

                                         I hope they offer just one small smile

                                           For Our Dear Lord up in heaven.

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Serenity D'Nae Montgomery December 11, 2008 at 9:32 AM Truly beautiful. I agree with you 100%! This is such an amazing poem :) --Serenity

John Rhinem December 5, 2008 at 3:25 PM All I can do is smile about this~another portrait, of the wonders of whom you are!~And, I can only imagine, how "The Messiah" must be smiling upon yourself because of this wonderful 'Truth' and recognition!~For truly, there is 'no greater gift' than the 'The Gift of Christ!'~His love, as you said, boundless~even, unto His own sacrificial death!~"Beautiful Write~Beautiful Julie Cottingham~Love Always, John!"~Bye Precious Lady!:)

John Heck December 5, 2008 at 3:19 PM A wonderful visual - but more importantly - an inspired and uplifting message that touches the heart and the meaning of the upcoming holiday. Peace always and have a Happy & Healthy Holiday season. John

Laura Mckenzie December 5, 2008 at 2:44 PM Lovely write well done on the form great inspiration the Lord is! Laura :)

Carrie Richards December 5, 2008 at 5:35 AM Such a lovely, lovely poem Julie.A wonderful reminder of what the season should truly be about, sometimes we forget to show children that Santa is not themost important symbol.Oh, little hint with the form.If you start your first line, at the margin with any key on your keyboard, (like a period), then you can skip over and start your poem in the middle of the page. I learned the hard way, on my first time trying this form. You can try editing this one, and see what I mean.~:)Love, Carrie

Julie Cottingham December 5, 2008 at 2:21 AM I tried and tried but my first line keeps jumping to the left :( It was all in order when I posted, I don't know how make it stay put!! Well you get the Idea, just over look the naughty non complying first line (Ha-ha). Thanks Julie x