The Center Cross

An Easter poem about the cross of Christ

The Center Cross


As I stood staring at the middle cross
I had a sense of devastating loss
I saw a tree stained with His blood
Tears from mine eyes did flood
There hung a special man
With nails in his feet and hand
I wondered who nailed him to that tree
When suddenly I realized it was me.
Beneath His cross I did stand
With the hammer in my hand.
When the ground shook fast
I thought this man had breathed His last
When the skies did darken
The truth did suddenly harken
Truley this was God's Son
He died for what I have done
In mine eye there was a tear
For God I now doth fear
It was for our sin and strife
This man did willingly give his life.