Ode to a Cross
Ode to a Cross
By: Adam M. Snow
Made from an old dogwood tree;
betrayed for all worlds to see.
With three nails upon the cross,
Satan bows his head emboss.
The blood drips, staining splinters,
Pours out upon all ranters.
his arms stretched wide, feet bounded,
all's frozen, thunder sounded.
To the heavens he cries out,
praying for us no doubt.
Stained by blood is that old tree,
he was hung and died for me.
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