Beyond The Cross, Was He Raised. Poem by Michael Gale

Beyond the cross, of Holy, raised....
Defend God's call, by us all, that's praised.

God's Son, did climb, fast, and highest, to it...
For, by God's words, were He destined, due it.

Talk about, the highest love...
For His Fathering, one above.

Nails were the coins, spent, to last...
For our sake, of future's forsaken, and past.

He was arisen, on a day, numbered three....
To grant you and I, a Heavany passage, as free.

For without Jesus, to save our souls...
We'd be doomed an eternity, in Hell and it's holes.