The Cross Before Me Poem by Catharine Parks

While on my bed I lay
I beheld a sight so clear
In my head it came
And wiped away my fears

Tiny it first appeared
And enlarged by the minute
Till it stood before me
In all beauty and dread

I felt like I stood
Beneath that old cross
Where my Savior had just died
When the sky had turned so dark

I looked up to the left of the cross
And saw a portion of the sky
Orange, blue, and red a painter's delight
For such a horror I beheld my Savior's plight

As I stood beneath the tree
Beholding this sight
I could have heard him say
I died for you tonight

So give me all you have
Don't hold anything back
He told me he paid it all
On that pre-destined day