One Cross

One Cross

That cross upon a hill
Reminds us in lonely words
Of a dying sacrifice

Every day while here
He walked, talked, cried
Then spread out his arms 
On a piece of hard tree
To die
For us to justify

Only that one cross,
Although there were
Many others,
Turned us into closer
Sisters, brothers

So, listen to the words
It still whispers
Wreathed in a blood so red
Allow its words within
To ring out, 
Out loud to be said

Found spoken on that tree
Some of the most important words
Ever intended for 
Everyone’s life 
They will surely suffice
A loving Christ’s purest
& most noble sacrifice!

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