Crucifix (On the Feast of the Exaltation of the Cross) Each time I sign the cross, I think of You, You on Your cross and Your Blest Trinity, Your image on that cross a powerful clue of all Your love, and how You died for me. A crossroads--just a symbol I project, You on Your cross leaves no doubt what I see, Your face compels my dull mind to reflect, You there before my eyes Who died for me. Your crucifix is more than just a shape, You on Your cross make clear the mystery, I’m forced to face what I cannot escape-- how You hung there and gave Your life for me. Your death, Your gift, Yourself--we face-to-face, Christ, like the cross, my sinful soul You grace. by Pete Voelz
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 00:16:40 +0000