THE
CROSS AND THE SPIKES
“How guilty I am!” cried the
cross.
“I’m cursed among all trees;
To think that Jesus, the Son
of God,
Gave His life upon me.
I’ve seen the death of many,
As judgment for the wrong they’ve
done;
But my sorrow is great, I had
to partake,
In the death of God’s own Son.”
“What about us?” asked the
spikes.
“How do you think we feel
To know that we were the instruments
By which His blood was spilled?
We’ve pierced the flesh of
many,
As judgment for the wrong they’ve
done;
But the burden we bear, we
had to tear
The flesh of God’s own Son!
But, those whose guilt is greatest
Is every woman, child and man;
Their sins are the reason on
you He hung,
and why we pierced His feet
and hands.
But to say we held Him to you,
Taking this credit we do not dare;
We hadn’t the power to hold
God’s Son,
His love for the lost held
Him there!”
"For
God so loved the world, that He gave
His
only begotten Son, that whoever believes
in
Him should not perish, but have eternal life."
John
3:16 (NASB)
©1997 A. Mitchell Moore, Jr.
