Me on A Cross? I see a lifeless form On a wooden beam It groans Mouthing a bloody foam Another useless dream Or message to be seen? Maybe both Dream and message It raises its head Showing sweat & Tears it has shed Staring into the sky It carries the face of I! It is me, Me on that cross I am where we all Surely would be If not for the other face That took my place, Jesus of Nazareth! Sinner, rebel, Against a one true God & Father I deserved that cross Perhaps in celestial eyes Only another piece of human dross. In pain, As I cursed His name Jesus, son of God Tore my flesh from The nails Put himself there To complete Heaven’s Most loving job Christ took my place That place which belongs To each & all Wicked rebellors Against our Father Now we sing a new song Of Christ’s love God’s forgiveness, Freedom, From a worn-out Worldly kingdom Captives to sin Set free by his death Breathed upon by a fresh breath Of life’s new resurrection!