TITLE: THE SHADOW OF HIS CROSS
By Graham Insley
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The vision started and would not stop,
As my Lord revealed something to me,
About people and what they are,
And His chosen way to set them free.
I saw a bright, sun filled sky,
That lit up the scene in a glare,
And the only relief from this sun?
The shadow of His Cross was there.
A line of people came from the left,
Broken, drunken and shattered lives,
Dirty, down trodden old men,
Beaten, frail and troubled wives.
Children of the street running wild,
Staggering addicts in ones and twos,
People who were nearly starved to death,
All but naked, wearing no shoes.
Some could hardly manage to walk,
Some took fits along the way,
Some badly needed a bath,
From some, I had to look away.
A line of hopeless, lonely faces,
Who have paid a tragic fare,
Headed towards the central scene,
The shadow of His cross was there.
Instantly lost from my sight,
As the never ending queue trod on,
Were the leaders of this line,
Swallowed by the shadow, gone.
Then, briefly held within its grasp,
Each person was transformed,
Dirt and filth fell away,
As each came out, reborn.
And I saw what God was saying to me,
In this vision of His Sonís Cross,
The love that He feels for everyone,
The broken, the beaten and the lost.
Not a single soul is left uncounted,
Not a single heart beats alone,
For Jesus came to pay the price,
And in the shadow, is a doorway home.
The Lordís desire becomes quite clear,
He wishes to heal and restore,
And the only effort thatís required,
Is to walk through the shadowís door.
So place your life within his hands,
Step out before all is lost,
Receive His grace so freely given,
In the shadow of His Cross.
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