The Cross





I cannot bear to think

Of how my Saviour died—

The suffering that He endured,

As He was crucified.


The punch of iron nails

Through sinew, flesh and bone—

Excruciating pain He bore,

For mankind’s heart of stone.


And when the cross was lifted,

Worse was the agony—

To take a breath increased the pain

He suffered there—for me!


I look at Him and wonder—

How such a thing could be—

He chose to humbly bleed and die,

On hellish Calvary.


I’ll never understand

How perfect was His love

To suffer so that I may hope

To live in heaven above.


I kneel before the Cross

In humble heartfelt prayer,

And know His pain has paid my debt,

And find forgiveness there!



Helen Long

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