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

in death

In death there is no first,

In death there is no second,

In death there is no third,

Death doesn't distinguish between classes.

In death there is no black,

In death there is no white,

In death there is no olive,

Death doesn't distinguish between skin colour.

In death there is no man
In death there is no woman
In death there is no children
Death doesn't distinguish between male or female
Young or old

Death, the great enemy, isn't fussy

About who it takes.

When your time has come,

You will have no choice!

Rich or poor,

Fat or thin,

Black or white
Woman or man

We are all born

To live, then die!

In Christ there is no first,
In Christ there is no second, 
In Christ there is no third,
Christ doesn't distinguish between the classes

In Christ there is no black,
In Christ there is no white,
In Christ there is no olive,
Christ doesn't distinguish between skin colour

In Christ there is no man
In Christ there is no woman
In Christ there is no children
Christ doesn't distinguish between male or female
Young or old

Christ, the Creator, Sustainer of all
Came to save those who call,
On His name for forgiveness true
Could He be calling YOU?

Rich or poor
Fat or thin
Black or white
Woman or man
We can live for Christ
Eternally with Him

© Carolyn Davison 9th August 2015

I was watching a YouTube video which was dedicated to those who died on the titanic and as I watched it, I thought - in life, class, skin colour etc mattered, but in death, they were all equal! Class, rank, skin colour etc it didn't matter when the time came for them to expire!

Broken (Good Friday), Whole (Resurrection Sunday) Easter poem for 2015

[Good Friday]

Broken men,

With a broken plan,

Plot to destroy

The Son of Man.

Broken disciple

With a broken heart,

Takes some silver;

Tears himself apart.

Broken watch

With a broken sleep. 

Jesus prays,

And with blood, He weeps.

Broken Saviour,

Broken friends have fled.

All alone,

Facing the ultimate dread. 

Broken court,

With the broken trial.

Made up case

Lots of lies, so vile!

Broken soldiers 

With a broken game;

Gambling for clothes,

Blaspheming His Name!

Broken thief

With a broken life. 

His conscience pricked

With the Spirit's knife. 

Broken serpent,

Broken on that tree!

Death swallowed up

In Jesus' victory!

Broken veil,

In that soon broken place!

Now ALL who come through Jesus

Will see God, face to face!

Broken creation,

Broken as He died.

"My God, why am I forsaken?"

The Saviour's final cry!

Broken Redeemer,
Body broken for me
As He takes God's wrath,
At Calvary

Broken women

And broken men

Thought they would never

See Him again

Broken Light,

Broken Son,

Broken day,

The final work was done

[Resurrection Sunday]

Broken morning

At a broken tomb!

The grave, for the Saviour,

Didn't have any room!

"He is risen! He is risen!"

The angel cries!

No more death, no more broken!

Come! Wipe your eyes!

Salvation is here,

Jesus no more bleeds!

In the heavens, for His people,

He now intercedes.

For the sinful, for the wicked

Jesus bled and died!

No sin too great and vast

For Jesus' sacrifice!

Come, come and gather

At the foot of the cross.

There is so much to gain,

That will outweigh the loss:

Heaven's gates are open,

To welcome in the Bride,

Because of the one condemned - 

The Lord, crucified.

The Redeemer sits in glory,

Sceptre in His hand,

Death and sin are broken!

Redemption through the lands!

The crown of thorns is broken

Crown of glory on His head

Life for those who believe on him!

Hope, and no more dread!

© Carolyn Davison 4th April 2015 [09:20]