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The Cross Before me Laid
by Janice S Ramkissoon At the foot of the cross I viewed the scene: The decor was a sight to see; My mouth, like all else, was sealed; But my heart surely did weep. The resounding sound of hurt and pain - Echoed through the silence that paved the way; Hanging heads from disgrace & shame; Faces with no expression, paved the way. Blood stained cloth caressed their heads - Cuts, bruises, open wounds to mend. So many believing it was the end - A view of the living dead. Faced with the debris of societies refuse. Without a tune, they sang the blues - All hope gone, they craved the physicians care; But knew not of his precious love and grace. Theyre longing for, my Saviour to meet: Tenderly my heart responds in a beat - Facing that rugged Cross I see; Now eager to hear my Master speak. The silence broke as an angel spoke - Seems she's taken all that life had thrown. She stood: blood dripping to the ground, Bible in hand - seems the only thing she owned. Medication prescribed: Straight out of Psalm twenty five; To Calvary, I shall now turn my eyes - For there, my debt was paid with His life. Finally He speaks, As slowly, I read the psalm received. Now change in me must be; For now the hurt and pain I see. Now the cross before me laid - Is this my purpose here on earth? Is this my calling for today? Whatever it be - Im sure Hell reveal. 2006 Janice S. Ramkissoon Janice, a freelance writer, lives in the UK and enjoys spending time with her husband, Vince and their son, Javin. She uses her gift to encourage others towards a deeper relationship with God, through her inspirational pieces while her travel articles provide general advice for the holiday-maker. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |