I haven't written a poem in a long time but here are some thoughts that God's put on my heart regarding His love shown through the cross of Christ.
Marked by death, agony, and ruin.
Evokes fear, deep sadness, and sometimes anger.
Represents finality; the end.
A tool of torture,
used to punish the worst of criminals.
But on that day when darkness reigned,
an innocent One hung guilty.
Marked by love, commitment, and self-sacrifice.
No longer a symbol of death,
but a symbol of hope.
Worn around our necks,
and a lyric in our songs.
How, oh how, could this somber tool of execution,
be turned into a refuge of life and joy?
How, oh how, could this cross that brought death,
be turned into a cross that gave life; eternal life?
How, oh God how, could something so painful and dreadful,
be turned into such a perfect example of true, unselfish, genuine love?
Could it be, perhaps, that it’s because on that day when darkness reigned,
an innocent One hung guilty?
Thank you, Jesus!