02 Nov By The Cross
By The Cross 
April 2021
Looking up at the cross
Standing by the foot of the tree,
I see the Saviour
Hanging there in pain.
Looking up at the cross
Standing by the foot of the tree,
His blood flowed down
Unto us ward, streaming with his life.
Looking up at the cross
Standing by the foot of the tree,
The echo of his ridicule
sounded a loud alarm afresh.
It can only be for the best,
for things I may not yet see;
He labored and carried the weight all the way
Naked, with tall nails and a thorny crown.
Looking up at the cross
Standing by the foot of the tree,
I felt some peace knowing his words
“It is finished”, he said at the end.
Looking up at the cross
Standing by the foot of the tree,
My heart was made up;
I could try the faith; I will live for his love.
About the poem
This poem is about the significance of the cross to the Christian faith.
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