Tag: Poem of the Cross

The Cross “Yes, beaten and scourged; Lashed thirty-nine times; Spat on and ridiculed “king.” Lathered in grime – Caked in His blood – My Only Son hangs dying. Groan, Oh My Spirit! Weep such great tears! All Heaven, hush – mourn – Quiet daily cheers. My Son! Oh, My Son! Forced up Golgotha’s mount, Bleeding,…