Near the cross I keep me
Always to hold in mind
The brittle sticks that held a Saviour
Dangling in the great divide
Near the cross I wait in silence
On blood anointed feet
Knowing that his condemnation
Fell for me
Near the cross a throne lies empty
A king disowned himself
Today, I find in me redemption
A vein of gold in miry clay.
1 comment:
Matthew:
your poems are smooth
like butter
and this one in particular
is smooth
like pudding
moving and honest
thanks for sharing.
~ Jessica
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