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Silhouette on the skylineThree crosses mark Golgotha's skyline, Rugged, cruel, the scourge of death, Where hope and life are wrenched apart, Life suffocated to its last gasping breath. Only Christ wore the woven crown of thorns, A crown for a King; thorns brutally mock, But He died giving us both life and hope, His sacrifice is salvation's foundation rock. The cross speaks to me of God's great love, Contrasted with the deepest hatred of evil. Eternal Saviour conquering death's final sting, Releasing us from the power of the Devil. I cling to the promises that Golgotha's cross brings, His mercy promising my sins eternally forgiven, God has been patient, loving and oh so kind, Imagine his greeting at the Gates of Heaven. God's promises are a binding contract, Paid in full on the old cross so tortuous, For all who humbling confess and agree, Jesus is Lord, died and rose to reign victorious. That stark silhouette of Golgotha's skyline, Tells of the awfulness of all our sin, Why should eternal God come to die? At heavens door He is the only way in. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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