Treasure Island

Stuart Smeltzer


A Cross


A cross is just wood;
It had no real meaning till the day a prefect man
Was nailed to one.
A cross is now the symbol of real love;
It shows how much one is willing to do for others,
So they would not have too.
A cross is the way we see the redemption of the soul,
For Christ put his own life to death on
The third day rose from the grave.
A cross is all we need to see,
To know that one day we too will go
Home to be with The Father in heaven.

By: Stuart W. Smeltzer
2-9-2012
Galatians 4: 4-5
John 3: 16-17

Submitted: Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 26, 2013

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This Poem is What I think or see when I see a cross

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