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