The Cross Poem by Lagaya Evans

Rugged and splintered
Yet held my Lord
As the crowd gathered
And the cheers roared

Free Barabas!
This murderer of old
The majority yelled
When Pilot polled

Put him on the cross
Send him to the tree
This murderer and rapist
Let him go free!

His hands and feet nailed
Pierced with a sword
Blood and tears ran
As they hang my Lord

Yet the cross couldn't hold him
As he showed them all
In three days he rose
Full of wonder and awe