Graphic by MamaBear
The Rugged Cross
Rugged, is the word we use, to remind us of its age,
It seems that it was long ago, that words were put to page.
We have the testimony, of follower and friend,
Of how a brave heroic type, will go to meet His end.
Rugged is a word for him, who stood against the pain,
And took it for the sake of us, that we could shelter gain.
No greater love to give your life, for even just one friend,
How great Thou art, to multiply, for all the lives of men.
The cross now is our symbol, a symbol of His love,
To bear the pain, and shoulder it, to help us rise above.
He bore the punishment for us, and cleared away the road,
That leads us to that promised land, where He makes His abode.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . May 11, 2004
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