| The Cross
Is Bare by Barbara Philbrook The cross
is bare there is no one there, It could
tell us how the prisoner was made to lug it all alone, We could
hear how the savior suffered as the spikes were driven
in, There
would be the tale of the crown made of thorns, Of course
we'd be told of the gambling to see who would get the
robe, We'd hear
of the two robbers who also were hanging on crosses that
day, There
would be the talk Jesus had with his friend John, Then we'd
hear how he being thirsty asked for a drink, The sins
of the world were such that for a time he felt separated
from his father, Then when
his time was to come to an end, Lovingly
his friends lowered him and laid him in a borrowed grave
all alone, Now I'm
not sure how much more the cross would be able to tell, Yes the
cross is bare now and unfortunately it has no voice, Won't you
take time to read it on your own, |