Best Cross Out Poems

How can it be that He who knew no sin
Should suffer searing pain upon the cross
And crowned with mocking thorns which pierced his skin
Exchange love’s purity for mankind’s dross?

Why did deep darkness cloak the trembling land
As, crucified He gasped His final breath?
And was it cruel...

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Come to the
River
Of my 
Soulful
Sentiments

Meandering silently
Yearning for release.

Hasten
Earnestly
As my love flows by
Rushing through the flood-gates
To your heart.
  
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Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill they would be seen
By Roman ruled eyes that did demean

The middle cross covered in rustic red
Where the calamitous Christ’s blood sacrificed shed
The lachrymal lamb dies for our shameless...

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hazy morn has broken
as silhouette of solitary boat
silently sails on Thames river
where a steam train just passed
on pallid emerald bridge
leaving a titanium smoke
that glazes the atmosphere
with a gentle kiss of mist

reflections of the sun rising
a blend of peach and tangerine
mirrored on the still water
spell a...

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Our Jesus is condemned to die
        Oh, Savior, now from Earth- you part.
You do not sigh, nor do you weep,
        Though our sins have pierced your heart.

Dear Jesus bears the Holy...

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Cross eyed woman had a nasty fall 
after running into a brick wall 
she was hit over the head 
with a big loaf of bread 
while trying to play basketball. 

Copyright Cynthia Jones 
Sept.23/2004...

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Of seven things you said while on the cross
Dear Lord, the one that pierces so my heart
Is what you said to Mary, suffering loss
Your agony was tearing her apart

You looked at her in tears there at your feet
Her heart now torn by sword of prophecy
And...

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My favorite of songs is The Old Rugged Cross.
   The most tragic of days was the worlds’ greatest loss.
For sinners that day were all given their chance.
   His Father in heaven could not even bear to look not even one glance.
Forgive...

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"The Unlit Flame at Blue Feather’s Cross Roads"



Words these days are seldom Red
like drops of lifeless blood falling cold on a hot frying pan,
sentences are scattered, stuck in Go Nowhereland,
semi-solid, immovable coagulating gelatinous, turning dark incorrigible

They are watched silently by pale ghost squadrons
of Life’s fleeing...

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Under a  trellis of vines, quite evergreen
This elegant, old lady sits on a wooden porch,
Her veined fingers twist in graceful motion
Kneading  hued  threads from  silken yarn;
As weaves of cross-stitch  unfurl through dusk :
How in gentle calm, a  floral pattern...

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I espied a large woman called Evie
(She was wearing her  husband’s mankini)
Though her skin was quite pale
She looked like a beached whale
It’s a pity his outfit’s so weenie

Of her figure Evie is proud
but Evie is so well endowed
‘Twas a bright a sunny day
with huge...

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Considered to be an ordinary wood
Was the cross at Golgotha where it stood
On which there lay a man with bad mood 
Who was thought not to be fully good

On the cross came the strength that sought
For all those who are weak to have a thought
Of...

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The Cross and promised afterlife,
a whisper’s echo – Father’s call,
to hear The Way, The Truth, The Life.

From Eden lost within our strife, 
forever’s shade both great and small, 
The Cross and promised afterlife.

Horizons sharper than a knife,
Jerusalem’s divine new wall,
to see The Way, The Truth,...

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In a Nutshell

The Son of God our Savior;
A human form He took;
Twas prophesied in days of old;
It's written in His book.

Blood ran on the whipping post,
That my sickness may be healed.
The story has been often told.
It's in His book revealed.

They nailed Him to a rugged...

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It is no small feat to attempt to speak 
of the dying of our Lord
who sacrificed Himself for us 
by a fate far worse than fire or by sword.  
For one as whom not qualified 
to write of this great deed,
the Son of God...

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