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Look at the Cross by Janet Martin Look, look at the cross, no, no don't look away See loves sacred offering on gruesome display See the thorns, wicked thorns so humbly worn By the One who loved all; All the sick and forlorn, The foolish, the wealthy, all those who would scorn His dear name; so look at the cross on public display, Not in some dark corner tucked dimly away But up on a hill so the whole world can see Perfect love, awesome love for you and me Look, look at the cross, at this dear Ones face Bearing the shame of public disgrace, A face that was spat on, yet knew only love, The face of a King from a kingdom above, A face which has power earth and heaven to move In a whisper; yet on it flow crimson tears As He weeps, not in pain but in love so sincere He calls out to His father from upon this tree This symbol of hope for humanity Look, look at the cross, at the hands that are bleeding, Pierced through with nails and yet He is pleading That man will find mercy in this holy flood, Forgiveness and hope in a perfect Lambs blood, Love pouring from the Son of God His hands stretch out for all to see That this is He who sets men free Hands that ministered to every need Have fulfilled their greatest work indeed So look at the cross, behold the Lamb The beginning, the end, the Great I AM Look at his body, pierced and bleeding Love flowing down for all who are needing The hope of a Savior, as still He is pleading Forgive them; and as darkness and thunder descend His cry is heard through all the land 'It is finished," and now there is hope for the lost If we look at the cross, if we look at the cross……. ……….and if we look at the cross, at the out-stretched limb, Behold the blood and the suffering, If we gaze on His love and the wonder of Him, Will we think to be saved on that final Day If we look, turn our backs and walk away? |
 This poem was a finalist in the March 2009 poetry contest |