This
poem’s my Valentine,
about
God’s gift sublime,
about
my Lord,
Who
is adored,
and
proved His love divine.
Do
focus on the cross,
and
Jesus Christ, the Boss,
Who
paved the way,
and
sin did slay,
so
please don’t His love toss.
There
comes in every life,
so
many times of strife,
we
need to know
He’s
in control
of
circumstances rife.
God
gave us symbols sweet,
our
sinful needs to meet,
the
cross, so grand,
so
ugly, stands,
to
all who know its fete.
For
all who with sin strive,
the
cross is full of life,
to it
we flee,
to be
sin free,
if in
His blood we dive.
I
learned those years ago
to
master sin’s control
by
kneeling there,
His
blood to share,
it
is, for me, pure gold.
No
one can break my grip,
when
to that cross I slip.
I hold onto
that
cross until
His
blood does on me drip.
And
as my arms wrap ‘round
that
cross on holy ground,
and
rest my head,
against wood dead,
my
heart to Him is bound.
I
choose to hold onto
His
cross, and am renewed.
I do
wait there,
a
time in prayer,
His
blood becomes my dew.
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Some
wear a cross on chains
around their neck and brains,
but
yet they swear,
and
mock it bare,
their
icon is not gain.
Don’t
from the cross recoil,
or
flee from its dread toil.
His
cross is light,
and
His delight,
His
sin-cure, heaven’s oil.
Now
in your daily grind,
in
seasons of your mind,
recall the cross,
it
can’t be loss,
as
all who know Him find.
We
like John can’t see
what
He has planned to be,
we
know not all,
that
will befall,
yet
to that cross we flee.
As
Jesus does foretell
of
times He knows so well,
we
need but read
The
Living Seed,
His
cross did conquer Hell.
As we
with bread and wine
commune His love divine,
His
sacrifice,
look
in His eyes,
and
see His love so fine.
As
Jesus Christ did die,
so
must you and I
to
selfish will,
He
waits there still,
to
meet us eye to eye.
The
cross is our open door
to
life forever more,
so
enter in,
be
free from sin,
to
meet Him at death’s shore.
So
never do forget
this
poem, or what it’s meant.
You
have to choose,
to
win or lose,
His
cross is your best bet!
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