What is a cross?
Just a symbol? No.
It is the place for our sins.
Christ died upon a cross
So we might be saved.
Unto the Father He surrendered Himself.
Took to sour wine and died.
He was betrayed, denied, beaten, mocked.
And for what?
A sinful race, who barely believes?
Those who do are scared,
Scared of what it might cost.
But Christ, yes, Christ died upon the cross.
A purple robe and crown of thorns.
Hurt. Pain. Sorrow.
Life freely given so ours might be saved.
Flogged, tortured, then pierced.
Laid in a tomb.
Raised on the third day.
And for what?
To be forgotten, mocked and ridiculed again?
The cross is more than just a cross.
It is the sign of sins forgiven.
A race forgiven.
Blood that ran down his face.
The sour wine.
The hate of mankind.
A passionate love for his Father.
The betrayal.
The Alpha. The Omega.
The life everlasting.
The love and hate that grow together.
The pain and joy within the same heart.
The obedience of one to his Father.
The Trinity.
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
Hearts so cold as to forget the one who reigns
O’er us all,
To kill Him with a rage unknown to most.
To fall in with the crowd.
To surrender, and not be proud.
Some are ashamed of their actions, others are not.
Give Christ, the light
Into the fiery depths of hell.
Into the dark and sin.
But all, all will be forgiven.
He died on the cross.
For all of us, the Father gave his only son.
That one day, we might be won.

 
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