The Cross, for Me: A Poem

Was every nail
in your hands
for my neighbour?

Was every drop of blood for my neighbour?
Was every wound in your side for my neighbour?
Was every thorn in your crown for my neighbour?

Jesus, make the cross mine.

If the thorns were not for me, I cannot throw a crown at your feet.
If your wounds were not for me, I cannot be healed.
If your blood was not for me, I cannot be clean.

If the nails were not for me, 
And my sin not part 
of the sin nailed to the cross,
Then I cannot have You.
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2 comments

  1. grandpa · July 20, 2017

    nice poemLevi, So glad He died for you and me and every person we meet

    Like

  2. nathanpierpont · July 18, 2017

    That’s a profound prayer, Levi. Seems this is how we remind claim Christ’s work for us on the cross to win the battle against our flesh every day.

    Like

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