the Cross

the Cross,

that tree,

the same one that held the Savior who died to set all who believed free.

earth and Heaven crossed paths again,

when the Savior carried the weight of the pain it took to mend us back to Him,

the Cross was tall,

oh yes,

and Heaven is forever.

the arms were short

like the short lives on this earth of you and me.

the nails to how He pinned the problem in place

and took care of it once and for all.

yes,

the Cross crossed the paths

of the great Lover

and us,

the guilty ones,

who are now redeemed

because He was willing to hang on that tree.

Have an amazing day!

~A~