The Cross
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 fate or ever planned
That thus the Prince of peace should meet His death?
No accident, but God’s amazing grace
Allowed this act of sacrificial pain.
For Jesus bore God’s judgement in our place
That everlasting life might be our gain.
The cross is where the wounds of sin were healed
And through Christ’s anguish man's salvation sealed.
Date Written : 27.02.19
The cross N/A A Meaningful Poem - Constance La France 4/24/2021
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