Initially, It was requested of me, to write a poem using the word "Crossing"
You might notice the word "Crossing" is used quite a bit in this poem. Mary Tindall, a sweet Christian woman.... asked the question, "How Many Ways Can The Word Crossing, Be Used, With Different Meanings?"
This being Eastertime, I was inspired to write the following poem, using this word. Thank you, JJK.
"The Crossing"
The cross, was just as it states
Pieces of wood, crossing one another
Wonder which of us would contemplate
Hanging on that cross for his brother
Did the two pieces of wood signify
The believers, and Gentile there
It didn't matter, doomed to die
On this wood crossing,His side to sear
One piece of wood, to stretch His arms
The other piece...held His body secure
Just two pieces of wood crossing
No need...... for anything more
Yes, there was the crossing of His feet
One foot, placed atop of the other
Yet the love He had for us, so sweet
Thinking of nails pounding, I shudder
When His spirit Let go, and crossed
A wonderful thing, He achieved
It gained, a crossing into Heaven
For all of those ....who believed
