Georgina Avita Austin Simmons
The Mystery Of The Cross - Poem by Georgina Avita Austin Simmons
We look at this tree and wonder why everyone is attracted so...
We stand amazed at the foot of this tree and think...
of the three holes that caused anguish and pain...
why did one man suffer oft' time we ask? ...
scourged and bled He died for us...
taking our burdens upon that tree...
our sins he nailed upon that tree...
the Cross no longer a mystery be...
for from our dross we are set free...
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