Everytime, I think of the Wooden Cross.
Tears weld up in my eyes, the pain, the sacrifice.
The beating the torment, the names that they call you.
All of this, you went through for me and others too.
Everytime we bow at the Wooden Cross, the tears weld up inside.
You can not stare at the Wooden Cross without feeling the impact.
Of this Wooden Cross where you sacrifice your life for me.
This Wooden Cross that cover by your blood and love for us.
So I need to remenber next, someones calls me a name.
I need to remenber the Wooden Cross where you lay your life down for me.

Amen..!!!!! I enjoy reading all your postings wonderman. Thank you for
sharing your poems with us. Bless your heart.

NO, THANK YOU MSTWEETIE IF IT WAS NOT FOR YOU AND OTHERS.
THE HOLY SPIRIT PROBALLY WOULD NOT BE WRITTING THEM INTO MY MIND.