The Cross was timber, yes
but it was more.
The Cross
was Sin, our Sin
-that was its core,
for it brought Him to death
and he brought it.
He became
that which He carried:
He entered in
to Sin
Became it,
-just for us-
Took all its horror
brokenness
and death
upon His Soul-
He took, -became-
the ‘Soul’ of Sin-
of death of soul-
was sorrow-filled
even unto death- our sin-
in all its Lostness
as He was cut off;
He took into himself
the same in us.
He was us-
and died with us
-Man-God-
and now His Father rescues us,
and gathers home again
the cut-off Lost bewildered stray-full Ones
brought back upon his shoulders
on his cross, his cross of joy;
for,
entering into Sin,
he had become its
tormentor,
tearing off its masks
of affluence
exposing it,
until it shrivels up
beneath the gaze of Him Who Is,
the Holy One, Obedient One.
Sin dies in Jesus’ arms.
Its grasp of us, its strangling hold
lets go;
He who entered it, -became it,-
has destroyed it
by his Un-Sin
Holiness,
his giving of himself.
Now He who lives again
proclaims his very cross,-
the cross of ‘Sin Surrendered’.
It is his pride,
his joy for us,
in us,
and it is Ours.
