Golden Cross

A Golden Cross

A cold day arose
Over a cross of gold
Never was one so sublime
Throughout all
knowledge of our history & time
But for only this one slice of a day 
Would be it allowed to hold full sway
Over the Son of God

Even through all our jeers & our taunts
His holy purpose we could never daunt
Bearing all our hatred,
Toward heaven he raised
A face so bloodied & so gaunt

But even then,
Was our Lord able back to win
from the depths of dark satan's clutches
The glory of our precious souls
So that at last & in the end
We an infinity could live within
The brightness of His Holy Glow!