The Iron Cross

John Lee

From our fears and loss
comes many tears
the symbol of the cross

Our hearts ache with pain
attacked by the enemy
the cross forever stained

Our lives eternally changed
view of the cross
In the world's range

How do we remember
who could forget
sight of the cross, too tender

Wooden or iron, if you rather
it's the symbol
that all lives matter

So many hurt, life is lost
it's all in His plan
when He died on the cross


He knows tears, pain and loss
remember they're in His hands
when you see the Iron Cross.


by John Lee

  • Author: John Lee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 28th, 2016 01:15
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    AMEN JOHN ~ Thanks for leading us back to HIS CROSS. Love the visual. "So I'll cherish the Old Rugged Cross ~ 'Til my trophies at last I lay down ~ I will cling to the Old Rugged Cross and exchange it some day for a CROWN ! Yours BRIAN Please check my poem for Sunday. LET US ALL PRAISE GOD ~ TODAY.

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

  • John Lee

    Thanks Brian, and yes Amen

    • lysistrata

      John,
      Are you going through a spiritual phase?!
      You keep suprising me...



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