the world within me
Author: Ella

Chapter 27
where your blood was shed for me

WHERE YOUR BLOOD WAS SHED FOR ME
 
i see the cross every sunday
hanging high on the alter
but never once did it make meaning
as so my faith did falter
 
the cross of wooden origin
given a glossy coat
but i did not believe
hanging there was my scapegoat
 
the cross a simple diagram
of two beams nailed together
a representation of crime
but to me that didn't matter
 
those judged those evil villains
were hung upon the cross
yet now it's a symbol of love
what all my sin had cost
 
it was but a wooden thing
that displayed inanimate on the stage
hung upon the cemented walls
portaying love as an image
 
what could such a small thing mean to me
something hard and cold
but as my hand ran upon the cross
a new faith i uphold
 
to kneel before the rugged cross
i see no more flowing fresh blood
but as i draw closer, head bowed
i find stains that mark a flood
 
 
a poem for God on this day where Jesus shed His blood for me. the cross means nothing until you draw closer in a relationship with Him and find that He had shed so much blood to save us.

 

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