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
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John Lee (
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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.
Thanks Brian, and yes Amen
John,
Are you going through a spiritual phase?!
You keep suprising me...
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