The Cross

[sunshine]

The Cross
In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.

I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood;
He fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.

Sure never till my latest breath,
Shall I forget that look!
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.

A second look He gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou mayest live."

Thus while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too!

John Newton

[guest2]

This really moved me and has me in tears. When I consider ALL he did for me...

[canadian gardener]

Thank you Denise. I am moved by that poem.

[Julia Kimber]

Very moving Denise, thanks for sharing!
Julia