He Was Destined, To Be Crossed. Poem by Michael Gale

From death, He arose, on the day, the third...
For, from His Father, all words were heard.

Words of forgiveness, and love...
Delivered to mankind, from He, up in Heaven, above.

Delivered, by a loving Son...
On a cross, good deed, be done.

The ultimate gift, the cross, was it...
Bad, yet good, what a Biblical hit.

A biblical gift, unselfish, at best...
A forgiveness, for us, to pass, God's test.

A test of change, in our life...
End to end, a tune of strife.

A tune, we've listened, for a while...
Blindly travelled, in our own denial.

On a cross, was all His reward....
Nailed to it, died, from it, not by a sword.

He spoke to thousands, and multitudes...
His Father's words, were sent to many a dudes.

By the cross, were He, we lost...
Our own salvation, was His own cost.

He now, awaits, up in Heaven...
He will, come down, and visit us
In years, numbered few, than seven.

He will gather us, His loving children...
He'll rule, down here, in a new kingdom,
Of His Father's, He'll be rebuildin'.

Only then, Will all, be right...
After, He hath, delivered, His
Father's, justice, oh-might.