Looking at the Cross

When I look at the Cross

I see my Saviour there:

A crown of thorns upon His head.

Blood matted in His hair.

Nails in His feet and hands,

Sweat upon His brow

Satan crushed beneath His feet!

Where is his victory now?

A beam stands upright to the heavens

A cross bar parallel to earth,

Without the death of Jesus Christ

There would be no rebirth.

The veil is ripped from God to man,

Creation groans and quakes, 

As Jesus dies upon this cross.

Atonement for us, He makes. 

Darkness spreads across the world

As God forsakes His Son!

Why have You forsaken Me?

But redemption's work is done. 

"It is finished!" is His cry.

As He bows His head and dies.

He took my sins upon Himself,

When He was crucified! 

Three days He lay in the cold, dark grave

Defeating death and sin.

The Bridge to God is opened up, 

Now many can enter in!

Now that tomb of Christ is empty,

He has risen from the dead.

He intercedes in heaven,

For the Church; of which He's head! 

© Carolyn Davison 11th August 2015