Treasure Island

Natasha Ligons

(6/8/90 / fresno california)

The Wooden Cross.


The Wooden Cross bears it all.
The Wooden Cross carried our sins.
The Wooden Cross a symbol of freedom.
The Wooden Cross carried by our Lord.
The Wooden Cross nailed to our Lord.
The Wooden Cross took the Son Of God.
The Wooden Cross to pay a heavy price.
The Wooden Cross with two more on the side.
The Wooden Cross to save you.
The Wooden Cross to give healing.
The Wooden Cross to conquer death.
The Wooden Cross for our Lord to save your sins.
The Wooden Cross to give eternal life.
The Wooden Cross to always be there until the end.
Where is your Wooden Cross? Have you accepted what is has to offer?

Submitted: Friday, March 27, 2009

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