THE CROSS: A STORY OF JESUS ON THE CROSS
The cross, just standing there
Holding and torturing him
the Savior with blood from his toes to his hair
Jesus,Savior, the almighty they called him
But then that all stopped,
as they saw him stuck in all those pins
Who am I to fight?I am just a lady,
Who is used as a tool,
And is thought to be crazy
I sit there crying, thinking why?
Why of all people must this happen to him
now all I do is sit down, wanting to cry.
And soon, I am sure of it,
it will all be taken
the happiness and joy
and I am not mistaken
If he could come back,
that would be swell but
there is no filling to that crack
thank you for reading this...