This Cross

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This cross, this cross
I know so well,
each wood-grain scar,
each bloody dell;
each splinter broken
from this tree,
which once in him,
is now in me;
each splinter growing
like a knife
that plunges deep
with worship’s life;
a sacrifice
my life to be,
for Him, for Him
who died for me.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Kristi Ann says:

    Jesus Christ died and AROSE on the THIRD day, and HE is ALIVE at the RIGHT HAND SIDE of GOD our FATHER who art in HEAVEN!!

    1. mrteague says:

      Thanks, Cheryl 🙂

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