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

BARNABAS

She said “You did not cry when your eyelids dropped.

You did not go ‘boo-hoo’ to everyone.

You gave your car away to your fine grandson

Looked like your life on earth was done!”

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She said “That did not stop you, you got better.”

Reminded me that I kept writing stuff.

I kept reading, kept on praying, and got better!

I said I would keep on writing until He said “Enough!” (*)

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She said, well you know, she made me feel much better.

When we got through talking I felt great!

Made me feel more like life was worth the living,

From now on I am flying!  No slow freight!

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All these poems that I write I know she reads them.

Remembers, like, the word presumption.

Remembered from a previous one, she liked it,

Well, do not you know this guy too can dream some!

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Words like these can lift a guy high, you know, skyward!

Such words do not come too often anymore!

This granddaughter’s name, I think, is Barnabas,

Encourager, think I will call back some more!

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Another thing she told me, “Keep on praying!”

Helps me to go to sleep at night.

God knows and cares, wants me to care, also!

That is why you are in my prayers, feels so right!

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(*) God

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Sam Cox 06.19.04

GOD IS

We have a tendency to try and make profound assertions,

Explaining every truth away, from Genesis to curtains!

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But do these explanations really satisfy at all?

Or do they raise more questions to confuse and cause the fall–

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Of true insightful thinking on theories past and now?

My how they change those theories to which we humbly bow!

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Centrifugal, centripetal forces they all play

An important part in clearing up what happens everyday!

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Ah, forces, now we are talking!  Or force can we admit

There is a force supreme to which all actions must commit?

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For without the prime, original cause of all we see (*)

Without our God, Creator, there is nothing that could be!

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I will never see a poem or a thesis written down

Or any such attempt by an ape or monkey clown!

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Let us face it; species may have been evolving gradually,

Within the realm of their own kind, to a small or a large degree.

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But flesh of man and flesh of beast will differ evermore!

Should I be convinced otherwise, I promise to explore.

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Let us give monkey, for that theory, he hath written down

And place upon his furry head the literary crown!

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But that can never happen for “God breathed in man,” you see

That crown of His creation, breath of immortality!

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This was bestowed on primal man, not evolving monkey.

God is and is perfecting through circumstances you and me.

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(*) Or do not see

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Sam Cox 07.05.03