The cross which carried the Son of God,

Has long since passed away,

This rotted tree,

This imperfect,




Rack of human torture,

No longer exists,

Yet it has become a symbol of love,

A pennon of hope,

A standard of peace and eternal life,

As the sun cuts through the darkness,

So does our Savior,

He brings promise to a blackened world,

Removes the shroud of sin and

Brings salvation to all.


About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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7 Responses to OLD RUGGED CROSS

  1. lynnabbott says:

    So beautiful… as always, dear Kathy! ❤

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