The Cross
Quinn Davis and Miriam Rainwater
June – August 2006
A precious promise tried and true
From God a gift for me and you.
On a hill t’was given free –
The tree.
Redemption from the stains of sin,
I’m turned around, I’m changed within.
Since I washed within the flood –
His blood.
I sought salvation full and free
And found it without cost or fee.
The flood engulfed me from above –
His love.
Mercy flickers there
The gift of life their bearer wears
In them shines pain as He cries --
His eyes.
Made of briers and thorny vines
Worn because of sin like mine,
Made to shame and bring Him down –
His crown.
Stripped of the few things He owned.
Yet, hear the ever-loving moan:
“Lord, forgive them, everything!” –
My King.
The Father turns from the Son
He man’s sin must shun
The Lamb faces joy’s thief –
Grief.
Jesus draws in His last breath
And gladly welcomes the Angel of Death.
Glory! He’s paid the price! He’s –
The Ultimate Sacrifice.
As He died the veil was torn.
All my sin and shame He’d borne.
Pierced because of foolish pride –
His side.
Black as night, like stains of sin
The Father could not look on Him.
Because of sinners such as I –
The sky.
She looks in His face and sees pain no more
“After He defies death He’ll reach heaven’s shores.”
She remembers all they meant to each other –
His mother.
The pits of hell echo a terrible scream:
“Jesus has died!” Is it a dream?
Man from the bonds of death is free!
Victory!
In horror I began to see
What had nailed Him to that tree.
In shame I looked away from Him –
My sin.
Realization struck my soul
He suffered that I might be whole.
He died, I began to see –
For me.
I saw Him hanging there;
Ev’ry man’s sin this Man did bear.
He’d die to make man whole, and save
Their souls.
I’ve found the peace
My amazement will never cease.
I’ve found Divine Romance –
A second chance.
Although a King, He had no grave,
He had come the world to save.
A friend took pity, gave Him room –
His tomb.
There’s been a sadness in us all,
Although Christ freed us from the fall.
But Jesus promised He would raise –
Three days.
We went to the tomb,
And only found an empty room.
We left, a hasty path to choose:
Disturbing news.
We did not believe them.
They were lying about Him.
Storms within our souls bouted. We-
Doubted
We felt as if our hearts had died
When our friend was crucified.
If only we could talk to Him
Again.
If only we could hear again
How to live pure within.
It would make our hearts rejoice –
His voice.
To see the gentle look in His eyes,
To look where love and mercy lies.
If only He didn't have this end –
Our Friend.
Thomas doubted His love.
He doubted in power from above.
We considered agreeing with him –
An awful sin.
But there He stood, alive, complete,
We saw the nail marks on His feet.
A moment we in silence froze –
He rose!
To know He lived brought much relief
In shame we saw our unbelief.
Tongue or pen cannot employ –
Our joy.
Before we knew it, He walked with us.
He told of God’s love, free and just.
We asked Him to tell us where He abode –
The
He told us to preach the gospel to all
To tell how He saves from the fall.
Now all can have joy beyond mention –
His ascension.
Cleansed from sin by Christ’s own blood
Joy and peace within it flood.
I give Him all and yield each part –
My heart.
Nothing so has changed my life
Than the life of Jesus Christ.
Now I’ll proclaim unto the lost –
