The Cross-Permitted Us Grace... Poem by Michael Gale

Snowflakes freckled here and there...
Upon landscape's featured, face appear.

Coldness snuck inside our bones...
We citizens wandered slowly as thoughtless drones.

Were we to be acknowledged, as people of love? ...
Put down to here, to show off a Godly pride, from Him-above.

Our sins to be pardoned by Jesus Christ...
Given a chance, not just once, perhaps-even twice.

The cross-permitted us grace...
By God's own son, that we would trace.

Into Heaven one day, will we fly...
To adjoin to God and Jesus, way up high,
we'll forever naught, deny-only respectly love and rely.