Wooden Cross Poem by Megan Higgins

The cross around my neck,
Means more then you know.
He shed his love for us,
Way upon that wooden cross.
He took the torment,
He dealt with the pain.
To show us,
He is the one who made us who we are today.
He created the ocean,
He created the sky.
The one thing he charished,
Is the one inside.
Although he is way up in the heavens,
He's still always looking upon his children.
Talk to him as if he was a friend,
and you'll meet with him again.
You'll be with the creater,
Of all earth, and all sky.
Including the person you are inside.