THREE CROSSES

Sleepless no, not Seattle.  Placenta, I believe.

Thoughts intruding through the night, what I receive

Three crosses on a hill.  What else there?

On one cross, criminal!  What to compare?

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Cursing his plight; as he did all his life!

Mean thief and killer.  A real life of strife.

All he knew was to steel and to kill.

Cursing his vile life there on a hill!

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Center cross, a different story is told.

People yelled, “Crucify!”  Sure, He had been bold

To heal the sick, forgive sinners, raise the dead!

“God alone forgives sins!”  Priests truly said–

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“This man claims ‘Godhood’, crucify this man!”

We know God in Heaven forgives!  Only God can!

Impostor!  Blasphemer claiming to be God!

Sure, performs many tricks hucksters can do more!

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Calvary crucified!  The end of His tricks!

So now if He is able to escape this fix?

A borrowed tomb, many friends mourned as they buried,

Soldiers guarded, later the Mary’s.

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Remaining cross tells a different story.

“I had to do it!  See, he tried to kill me.”

“When You come into your Kingdom, Remember me.”

Suffering Christ heard!  Through pain, gritting teeth–

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“This day, in Paradise!”  You hear this now,

With Me you are forgiven as I truly declare

Kingdom or Heaven!   Everlastingly we will share!

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the Sam  01.12.12

ONE CRIMINAL

Truly amazing, just think of it!

God loves everyone!

The thoughtless rabble paid to scream,

“Crucify!” God’s Son.

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If you are truly the Son of God, save yourself

And us!  One crucified yelled!

Yeah, save yourself!  The rabble echoed

Of cheap liquor they swelled!

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Scribes, the Pharisees, and priests

Observed with satisfaction

This rabble rouser will not bother us now!

His miracles are done!

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But the other thief had few words and

Full of self condemnation

“Would you please remember me when

You come into Your kingdom?”

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“This very day…in Paradise…”

The Savior’s heart in tune

You will be with Me, I promise!

In spirit they communed!

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Sure, suffering is a normal thing.

This sin cursed world, we do!

Consider, if you will, the cross

Unleashed agony!  So true!

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Horrific, unbearable, torture,

Not just spikes through tender flesh,

Belabor spit and insults hurled

Not fighting it, longing for death.

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Wanting to die but that last breath,

Difficult to ignore!

Wrenching, struggling, mouth open wide

With gasping reaching for more–

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Air!  But not there anymore!

Sheer blackness envelops all

In an instant!  Then brilliant light!

Answering heaven’s call!

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“Father, forgive them!” the muffled cry,

“They know not what they do!”

I wondered with my sinful ways

Did I know?  Yes, it is true!

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Sam Cox 08.24.10

THEY CRUCIFIED MY LORD!

The tumult, the tears, Golgotha spread wide,

The horror, the rocks, the bleak mountainside!

The only way that Christ chose decisively

That frightful cross, it was for you and me!

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His body so racked with suffering and pain!

And how could He tolerate the sorrow, the shame?

Priests so determined, their self-righteous cries,

“He claimed to be God, yes!  For this He dies!”

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“If You are who You claim then come down from that tree!”

But He gazed down on them in sorrow, piteously!

The Pharisees (religious) many did not come.

Did any receive?  Yes, truly there were some!

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“Save Yourself and us!”  Cried the thieves on either side.

“Father forgive them!  So long they have been denied!”

Soldier gazing upward no longer was he bored,

“Surely,” he exclaimed, “This is the Son of God!”

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Mary and John close by comforting each other,

Their relationship much more like, son and mother.

Yes, Mary well knew that her son must die! (*)

She leaned into John, there were tears in her eyes.

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The tears were for her sons suffering that day!

Together they ignored the earth splitting quake!

The priests, in terror, fled screaming from that place.

“It is finished!”  The Lord cried, while on His face–

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Through the grim blackness a lone light shone

On my God!  On a cross tree, dying alone. (**)

No!  No!  Not the end!  They buried Him!  He arose!

Over five hundred saw Him alive!  His church grows!

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(*)   But the cruel cross!

(**) My tears near hid my type.

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S H Cox 10.24.05

FOR YOU AND ME

Driven by love and deliberately

He gave His life for you and me.

Did He have to?  Yes and I know it well!

Delivering me from a certain hell!

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But before He ever heard my cry

He obeyed the call, he had to die!

“The wages of sin is death,” I know

That is why he had to Calvary go!

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Such pain and suffering!  How could He

Contain it all?  The agony!

Horrific!  Continuous the route

Of misery men brought about!

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Sadistic laughter filled the air!

Enjoying suffering they saw there!

“Forgive them, Father,” He gritted out!

Then all there gathered heard His shout:

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“It is finished!”  He thundered then,

The Son of God despised by men.

It was heard from Gaza to Galilee

Near splintered that object of agony!

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At last the Savior from that cross

Cried, “Why must I thus suffer loss?”

“It is finished!”  He finally cried

“Into Thy hands…”  He gasped and died!

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His stricken shout God answered then

With lightening, thunder, clouds contend

Blackening the sky, the sun put out!

Priests fled blindly with frenzied shout!

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The earth split open, many were lost!

Violent the quakes, like, tempest tossed!

The Christ entombed!  Could not hold!

He rose!  As He so often foretold!

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Sam Cox 9.11.05

CARING FOR OTHERS, OUR BROTHERS

The war Christ waged was Spiritual!

Against Satanic hosts!

“Father, forgive these people!”

People He loved the most!

 

 

Thoughtless crowd, to be popular,

It was the thing to do!

“Crucify Him!”  Who?  What for?

The yelling.  Let’s join in, too!

 

 

Priests are against that man up there!

Religious Leaders they!

Priests are right!  Are not they always?

Must accept what they say.

 

 

Wrong!  The Priests hated this Man!

Inciting the gathered lot

Who thought this must be popular!

Of course, crowds can be bought!

 

 

The crowd adored Artemis,

Hercules, and Thor.

A trinity of lust!  What else?

They lusted, they adored!

 

 

Today is it not similar?

Sex, Hollywood love!

Lusting for bareness now!

Forgotten God above!

 

 

One time, ago, no time for lust,

Storming through those hills!

Leading patrol of twelve each day!

Not counting the kills!

 

 

Just do what is needed to stay alive,

While protecting each other.

Losing a man, we learn to observe,

Just like losing a brother!

 

 

Losing so many, no time for tears,

No time to think at all!

Rains, mud, the sweltering heat!

Think positive!  Sure, have a ball!

 

 

Did Apostle, Paul, speak a mouthful,

“Fight the good fight of Faith!”

To stay spiritual, alive and well,

It is a war in any condition or state.

 

 

Maintaining the aura of sainthood

Face it Saints what we are!

We are born again into sainthood!

Saintly army this is war!

 

 

There is a difference though with Jesus!

We are fighting for our Brothers!

The hearts, the lives of men and women,

Must we not care for others?

 

 

Sam Cox 01.24.09

IN PARADISE

Is it wishful thinking?

No!  Been there, done that!

Then is it blessed assurance?

Yes, for sure!  Contact!

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My thoughts turn to Jesus!

Heart turns a page!

Suddenly I am tearful!

No!  Not from old age!

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My heart is filled with longing!

I consider the cross!

With tears flowing freely!

My freedom!  His loss!

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Surely, I am aging!

Quite admittedly!

But not at the cost of

My sanity!

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With His mother I see Him

Writhing in pain!

Head, hands, feet, His side,

Blood flowing again!

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Then I hear that piercing scream!

Father God, why ME?

My Father, what have I done?

We know this must be!

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Son!  My precious wounded Son!

That rolling thunderous sound!

Soon Our victory will be won!

Thunder enters the ground!

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A sigh from that torturous cross,

“Now into Your Hands

I commend my poor Spirit,

Obeyed Your commands!”

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Sheer blackness obliterates

All sight consumed!

Priests fall into each other!

All terror presumes!

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Earth’s foundations then shaking!

As never before or since!

God’s wrath clearly showing

For Heaven’s Prince!

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A thief cries out, “Remember me…”

Compassion hear Him say,

With dying breath, “Yes, I hear,”

He whispers:  “This day…”

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Sam Cox 12.16.08

SURELY, YES, THIS BOY

Transcendent how else describe

What it was that came over me?

This feeling supernatural!

Just Jesus there I see!

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The trill so overpowering!

Difficult to compare

Impossible, in fact, there is just

Nothing like it there!

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Anytime, anywhere, past, or present,

Or future except,

As conforming to the future bliss

As consummate!  Perfect!

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The person, Jesus, above all things,

All unimaginable!

Things; Prophets, Kings, Priests devoid of

Virtue or undiscernible.

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Material, so wordless, so impossible

Yes, condensing from above,

God became man!  And subject to death!

He died!  And we called it love!

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Figure approaching, walking on water!

What we drink he is walking on it!

Like a spirit but can be seen!

Disciples, of course, are fit–

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Fit to be petrified!  How can this be?

Boat full of fish!  Nearly sinks!

Shocked, of course!  Now look at Peter!

Walks on water, then sinks!

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The Christ reaches out!  Does Peter

Become a spirit like Jesus, too?

Miracles, with Jesus about,

And what more does Jesus do?

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Takes us up!  Way beyond any planet

Or star to where?  Suppose?

A place!  Sure, heavenly in heaven!

Delightful!  I propose!

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Figure immergence, hand reaching down

To lift this surly scamp up!

Sam, by name!  To the heavenlies where

Many more saints will sup!

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On heavenly, like, soup!

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