Tuesday, March 29, 2011

The Cross


  • The Cross

  • The cross, the cross ~

  • Where Holy blood, all down, did flow;

  • Where people stood on Holy ground And did not know ...

  • Where angels gasped and closed their eyes,

  • And foolish men, believing, Became wise.

  • The cross, the cross ~

  • Where Love divine and bitter gall would meet,

  • And tears would flow (not for Himself, but me);

  • Where even nature wept and trembled through,

  • Where darkness fell with force ere night was due.

  • The cross, the cross ~

  • Where Satan laughed and thought that he had won,

  • But Christ knew (when the deed was done)

  • It would not be the devil's victory.

  • It would be souls that He, Himself, set free.

  • The cross, the cross ~

  • The ugly plan of men 'to bring most pain'

  • Has brought, instead, for us a Heaven's gain;

  • The symbol of a horrid death depose and Fill my heart with treasure, Christ well knows. The cross, the cross ~

  • The insidious sign now made so beautiful,

  • The ultimate loss - ultimate gain,

  • The Son of God dead, but alive

  • ; Forever more the same!

  • I cannot look upon the cross but know There is no measure of the love that flows

  • There is no measure of the strength of Blood;

  • Oh, Holy blood, sweep o'er me like a flood.

  • © 2006 by Joan Clifton Costner

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