The Cross Was Burned Poem by Royston Allen

The Cross Was Burned



The Palm Cross was burned and from its remains
a finger reached out with blackened stains
and touched my brow so lovingly
as it drew a charcoal cross on me.

It spoke to me of death to sin
and whispered to me peace within.
It spoke of One who gave His life
It spoke of loves great sacrifice.

Wednesday, February 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: easter
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