"The Cross"
Standing there against the cross,
my mind begins to stroll.
So many places so many times,
has He led this soul.
My body quivers, excitement builds,
as it awaits the kiss.
I hear a crack, yet nothing feel,
surley, He couldn't have missed!
I move slightly upon the wood,
my feet shift their stance.
When suddenly my body feels,
the whips as they do their dance.
Slowly, I begin to slip away,
to a place that I have been.
His steady voice will carry me,
threw space and back again.
As I wake up in His arms,
a smile finds my lips.
And I find yet once again,
I am so glad I'm His!

10-23-00

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