THAT UGLY CROSS

Malefactor doomed in the eyes of civilized citizenry.

Thief, killer, outlaw, crucified on a rough hewn cross tree!

A Roman cross, oh yes, I did it!  I am guilty as accused!

Why did I?  Oh agony, it hurts!  Please let me die and be free!

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What is this another cross, another killer?  So quiet now!

What is that, His bloody face?  A circle of thorns on His brow?

Those eyes they look at me as if to say, “Yes, so full of sin!”

No!  This cannot be!  Those sad eyes cry out, “I cannot sin allow!”

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“My sin You mean?”  “Yes, and all the sins of the sinful world.”

The Christ?  Come down, a third cross, like, ugly serpent curled.

I cried out in rage, “Oh, stupid one!  This man is innocent!”

The Christ?  The Christ!  A wild burst of colors, like, banners unfurled!

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I see it all now!  Please remember me!  Guilty though I be!

My sins are on Him laid, the sinless One, He dies now for me!

“Remember me (one for whom You die) when You come.”

Through blood He smiles and nods, “This day…”  Oh bliss!  I am forever free!

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(This poem may not be beautiful but neither is the cross!

The thief’s only baptism was a baptism of pain, to stretch a point,

but God saved him anyhow!  Hallelujah!)

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Oh how marvelous, oh how wonderful and my song shall ever be.

Oh now marvelous, oh how wonderful is my Saviors love for me!

A hymn by Charles H. Gabriel composed in 1800’s.

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Sam Cox 03.18.03

Just another thief saved by Grace

TO BE WITH JESUS

No stuff clings to the tonsils

Defying gravity!

From all putrefaction,

I will be forever free!

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Case you wondered, the Spirit,

They saw Jesus when He arose

“Touch me not,” He told Mary,

For from head to his toes–

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He was in some way different!

Sure, she wondered, did not ask!

Content to know He lived again

And in His presence bask!

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Come on!  Spirit world is different!

Just too hard to contemplate!

Somehow we will live forever!

Does that credence satiate?

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Probably no, I am thinking,

So what will satisfy?

Just one look at the Savior!

Whom they crucified!

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He appeared to a Mary but

Do not touch is His request.

There was nothing out of order

Surely nothing you would detest!

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Did not want her to be frightened!

Or alarmed to discover,

That her fingers would find nothing!

Nothing there undercover!

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You see spirits can appear and

That is what Jesus did!

The Spirit, everlastingly

Continues to live!

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Sure, the flesh cannot comprehend,

But some future day we will know,

Ever as we are known to God who

This lack does condone!

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Of course, we will understand it better,

“When the mists have rolled away!”

When at last we see Jesus on

That brighter happy day!

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Dear God, do not want to miss it

How can anyone afford,

To miss the everlasting sight

Of Jesus, our God, our Lord!

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Sam Cox  05.14.09

DECISION IS HIS

God who touches souls of sinners,

God who loved us in His death,

Gave His life!  To redeem us!  Saved

A thief with His last breath.

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“Remember me!”  His cry, so painful!

Agonizing, writhing there

Jesus whispered His own pain searing,

“This day…with Me…you will heaven share!”

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Somewhere up there, think I will see him,

Resting beneath a celestial tree

Greeting all new saints arriving,

No jails there!  Forever free!

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No need to steal!  At your disposal

Everything you will want or need!

All the covetous excluded!

Left to squabble in their greed!

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All who play with wealth, the gamblers,

Playing deaf to starving cries!

Playing with the wealth ill gotten, as

A child from hunger dies!

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“Jesus loves the little children,”

With the child-like, who would care

More for others than for fortune!

Choosing rather wealth up there!

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So when no one there is watching

Live as though one really is!

For that One who watches over you,

Decision there is really His!

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Sam Cox, my birth date Oct. 5,  10.05.09