Across refreshing waters pure, the sign remains in place,
The glorious cross of Jesus, Christ, transcends both time and space,
Instrument of execution, stained with blood, sweat and tears,                                                   A symbol of the sinless lamb, promised throughout the years.

The sign of His suffering and pain, punishment He sustained,
The spikes that invaded His flesh, the scars that would remain,
Spiny thorns pierced His Holy head, the people mocked and jeered,
Yet submissive the Lamb went on, His resolve never veered.

In words that He spoke from that cross, He tended to His flock,
No care for His own suffering, His body now in shock,
He lifted His powerful voice, invited one to hear,
To join Him that day in His realm, alive and without fear.

He prayed that God’s will would be done, He breathed His last and died,
The people thought it was useless, they wondered and they cried,
Three days later He conquered death, rising again to life,
He did what He said he would do, redeemed us from our strife.

The cross in itself is ugly, a symbol of our death,
But the resurrection glory, assures us of new breath,
Projecting our future story and how our Shepherd true,
Designed this plan for everyone, no more would sin accrue.

His life for ours was given there, upon those blood stained beams,
So we could share in His kingdom, and live beyond our dreams,
Peace everlasting and love reign, sorrow we will not feel,
The cross of Christ is our refuge, through His life we are healed.

And when the cross is our vision, when fear assaults our soul,
There is nothing more sufficient, than Jesus’ final goal,

The empty tomb, the risen Lord, is all the proof we need.

To know that we’re forgive of all our sinful deeds.







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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