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

THE SILENCE OF GOD

“My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?”

The very Son of God!  So close in unity!

Why did The Lord let Him suffer so?

Why in the first place to Calvary go?

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“Father, forgive them,” He cried from the cross.

“They do not know what they are doing,” in their loss

In sheer agony, thinking of the crowd

The screaming crowd as they yelled out loud.

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“…saved others Himself He cannot save…”

Idiots!  Himself He will not save!

He dies for your sins, The Sinless One!

He is the Christ, God’s only Son!

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You are killing your hope for heaven!

The prophet mentioned you long ago.

“He was wounded for your transgressions…”

Crucifying the One who loved you so!

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Sins crucified Him, yes, my sins, too!

My sins screamed, crucify now!

Come to Him!  That is what!  This is why He died!

My sins, the spikes there, Crucified!

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S. H. C. – me 09.08.10

CLEAR DESTINATION

A few more days this kid must go!

A day, a week, how can I know?

Just the feel of things can tell,

But for your sake I will not dwell!

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On sordid technicalities,

Like all my past sins, wicked deeds,

You see Christ has forgiven all!

While still a sinner, made the call!

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Plea for forgiveness, saw His face,

Dying there!  I am saved by Grace!

The Grace of God!  What need I more?

To see me safe on Heaven’s Shore!

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That pain wracked visage, what compares,

All our sins He bore them there.

The Sinless One deliberately

Took them all to Calvary!

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Should not His plan forever old,

To die for sinners be told and retold!

The place He suffered, Calvary,

Represents death for you and for me!

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Did ever such love such passion meet,

To lift the sinner, bring defeat

To Satan’s plan, who hates man so

Meeting out torture to saints below.

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Satan is hate!  The epitome

Of self destruction, with you and me.

Of course, he loves to see us in hell!

He hates!  How long?  Eternally tell!

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Of course, it is hate!  When tortures done,

He will not quit!  Think another one!

Then see Jesus to countermand

To take control, to take a stand!

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But for the one too weak to hold

The cliff hanger, all are told

Let go!  Drop into loving arms,

Rest there awhile, feel no alarm!

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No fear, no dread, your Captain is near!

His comforting smile banishes fear!

“Walk with me…”  Blest invitation!

Leads you to your destination!

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Where gladness is not just a place to be,

But the presence of God eternally!

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Sam Cox  05.12.09