The Cross

The Cross

When my pain seems unending and my burdens hard to bear,
I hold Your cross before my eyes, remembering why You were there.
Then my pain becomes as nothing, and my burden seems so small,
It’s then Your grace flows through me, and helps me give my all.
My anger turns to shame, my longings turn to vanity,
And, kneeling before Your cross, my pride becomes humility.
My sadness disappears beneath the sorrows of the cross,
And all of my complaints before Your Crown Of Thorns are lost.
My weakness becomes a power in the pattern of Your plans,
And I wonder at this mystery as I view Your wounded hands.
The nails within Your feet make my path seem very clear,
Whilst the vision of such perfect love, takes from me every fear.
So let me hold on to this vision whenever I feel lost,
And let me always remain thankful for the love upon the cross.

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5 Responses to The Cross

  1. carmen h. uy says:

    sometimes, when we feel holy, there is the temptation to feel “holier than thou,” over those we believe to be sinners. This we call pride…and kneeling before the cross, as you mentioned in your poem turns our pride to humility…for who can be holier and greater than Jesus? Our own “holiness” without going through Jesus, will not lead us to the Father…for He has said “I AM THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE…NO ONE COMES TO THE FATHER EXCEPT THROUGH ME…”

  2. therthegh says:

    Praise the LORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love JESUS!!!!!

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