Man And The Cross


Crosses are carved, out of stone and of wood

They're furnished for people, and paid for in blood !

Crosses are made out of life, skin and bone

It's for you to decide, which one do you own ?

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A cross is for woman, and also for man

It's all up to you, telling truth if you can,

A cross is for many, perhaps just a few

Which one do you own? It's all up to you.

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Each soul has a cross it's required to bear

It may be a burden, or else can be fair,

A man makes his niche, as in life he does roam

How many contribute, to the cost of his throne.

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Your life may be laden with guilt and with shame

The sins that repose, matters not who's to blame !

The "Cross that was Jesus" was harder to bear,

Thus there, next to his, you dare not compare.

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If you've lived a life, that was not for gain

Your cross may be light, and even quite plain,

But we all bear a cross - of that there's no doubt

Decide which is yours, for " None go without" !

Eric Valentine Feb 23/94 ©