"The Crossing"


The cross .....was just what it states
Pieces of wood crossing one another
Wonder which of us would contemplate
Hanging on that cross for their brother



Did the two pieces of wood signify
The believers, and Gentile there
It didn't matter, doomed to die
On this wood crossing, His side to sear



One piece of wood, to stretch His arms
The other piece...held His body secure
Just two pieces of wood crossing
No need...... for anything more



Yes, there was the crossing of His feet
One foot, placed atop of the other
Yet the love He had for us, so sweet
Thinking of nails pounding, I shudder



When His spirit Let go, and crossed
A wonderful thing, He achieved
It gained, a crossing into Heaven
For all of those ....who believed


Copyright © 2006 Judith Johnson
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This Poem Was Inspired by:
Mary Tindall

Scripture
Philippians 2: 8

And being found in fashion as a
man, He humbled himself, and
became obedient unto death,
even the death of the cross.