There Stands A Cross – Poem

There stands a cross, near not far-

See it: on the cover of the Book,

Around the neck,

In the cool morning mist Of the ‘ol graveyard.

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It cannot speak

Yet it says so much;

Inanimate, it is not.

Powerful, is its touch!

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Interesting the way

Our culture thinks:

How she finds no offense

In this symbol or its sentiment.

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Only sees it, grasps it,

And wears it in gold,

Thinks little or nothing,

Of the glory there to behold.

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And yet she is offended,

Not by the symbol itself,

Nor by the Savior.

Offense comes by what it represents:

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A Savior for sinners,

A Redeemer crucified.

Culture lacks understanding,

And does not wonder why.

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I want to say loudly,

The best way I know how,

“It is because we are great sinners–

Great sinners who do not want to bow!”

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We can’t save ourselves,

By works or by effort, or any such thing;

Sinners require much more

For the forgiveness we need.

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No, not my goodness;

No Buddha, Mohammed, or Krishna will do.

I need a Redeemer, The Savior

To bring this good news!

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Yes! Jesus, the Savior did come.

The Son of God Himself,

Born of the virgin,

But in this His work was not done.

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He was born to die

that we might now live.

Jesus, My Savior!

Do you know Him?

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It was no accident

That he came; that He died.

For God had predestined

That He would lay down His life.

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There stands a cross

Quite and still.

Yet speaking loudly

On Calvary’s hill.

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Jesus, MY Savior!

My Redeemer, and my Friend

I will worship you forever

And ever without end….

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