Some of them are worn as earrings,
some dangled on chains about the neck.
Most call crosses beautiful,
But that depends on Who you ask.
Used to decorate our T-shirts,
Displayed on colored window glass.
Yet, for Christ, the Cross meant pain and death,
If not for us, He would’ve passed.
He died but once; that’s all it took,
Redeeming love, our souls to win.
But if not so, and it took more,
He’d surely do it all again.
The Cross, to us, will always be
A sweet reminder of Christ’s love.
Although for Him, it was not pretty,
He endured it all, for joy above.
“Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him ENDURED the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”
You’re right, we are the “joy that was set before Him” — what kind of love is that! Thank you for sharing this!
Thanks. Simply amazing what He endured for us. Blessings on your Easter weekend up there in Maine!