The Gate
This,
An unusual gate
An unusual shape
Formed
Of two wooden beams
Not entirely an
Unbroken seam
What's known as
A Cross
On it people were hung
By hands or wrists
From its one horizontal rung
Until
No longer down here
Did they exist
Left to die
Against God's pale blue sky
But
For them it was not
The end
For them the journey
Was it just about
To begin
Their souls released
To step through a gate
Into eternal peace
Or into a darker pain
For them,
Their existence would
Never be the same
Christ took that dark
Symbol of man's brutality
And turned it into the new
Reality
Of God's goodness,
Forgiveness
Love
Falling in heavenly showers
Of Jesus Christ's blood
So won't you step through
This heavenly gate
Opened daily,
Always freely to you
But remember,
Only by your own faith
As your Creator's joy-filled
Heart awaits
Do its portals swing wide
To reveal His Glorious Paradise inside!!
The GATE
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