On Feb 13, 7:40�pm, Bridge <
bqs4l...@gmail.com> wrote:
> Feel free to contribute a poem of your own or another's.
The Broken Cross
Author Unknown
I broke the Cross of Jesus.
The one he beared for me.
Beneath the strain of fret and sin
no longer could it be.
Although the cross weighted heavy,
He asked no help that day.
Stumbling, dragging, pulling hard,
He made it all the way.
His hands were nailed,
his feet were bound,
His side was pierced in pain.
But still he prayed and asked his God:
"Father forgive them", he cried out loud,
"for they know not what they do".
And when he died the world soon knew,
He was Lord for me and you.
And now the cross is broken,
from weight of lasting sin.
And no one stands with open heart,
to let the savoir in.
So now we know what we must do
to some day gain our lost.
We must pray each day,
and turn from sin,
to fix THE BROKEN CROSS.