There Upon That Cross Poem by norman hale

There upon that cross
He was hung for all to see
To pay for all sins
Even ones from you and me

Some walked on by
And mocked at Him with pride
While others passed Him by
While crying deep inside

Some still mock the day
He was hung upon that cross
Yet more than two thousand years later
It's still this worlds greatest loss

There upon that cross
He died for me and you
And when we turn to evil
His heart breaks right in two

And for all our sins
We must pay on judgement day
Answering to only Him
For all our foolish ways

wrote 2/3 /2008 by Norman Hale Jr