The Cross

The Cross was not some Hiccup

His passion and his dying
were not some hiccup
on the way to glory:
His hour of
Glory

The Cross was timber, yes
but it was more.
The Cross
was Sin, our Sin
-that was its core,

A never-ending ocean, bottomless and shoreless”,-
his passion and his dying,
instead of us,
for us.

He carried it at first,
a heavy load.
Was later nailed to it,
with pain untold.

Sorrow clouds now gather,
Days of sin’s great gloom,
The Holy One prepares himself
for utter abandonment
experienced.

He was despised — yet
a man of sorrow — yet
familiar with suffering— yet
we averted our gaze— yet

‘I have revealed your name upon the cross
I have glorified you upon the cross

Uncork the Wine
of the Crucified,-
abundant Feast
for now a
wine-washed world.

The one who sought to crush
the holiness of God
within that Man
upon the Cross
was in the crushing crushed.

He swapped my shirt of sin
for his
of grace,
of holiness.

It’s huge,
it’s awesome
‘way beyond the mind, my mind, to
under – stand,-
this man, the One who hung upon the cross,

Im-Piety
has, as its opposite,
LOVE.

One act of
LOVE
and by such leap of life