A cross in Bible days was two rough and heavy timbers fastened together
awaiting the presence of a guilty man, except the man Jesus had no sin or guilt.
A cross was a symbol
not only of suffering
but of death. tremble
a man carrying a cross
he’s not coming back
death was a sure thing
hung suspended, helpless
to an onslaught attack
before a crowd hang
Roman soldiers no slack
you were going to die
solders made sure of that
when a man carries a cross
Pain just a precursor
humiliation a jester
blood was yours
your body not nurture
kindness not a gesture
only deaths doors
maybe relief
but your minds wondering
the other side
Satan their to besiege
fast rising of deaths tide
you can’t even hide
when a man carries a cross.
The cross a curse
the end was on the line
it couldn’t be no worse
was about your time
it wasn’t a party
all about you dyin’
no rescue army
no one feeling sorry
only one man a cross
his blood his body
a ransom for souls
yours and mine
when Jesus carried our cross!
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Poetry