Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Join Faith
Writers
Forum
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  

Get Our Daily Devotional             Win A Publishing Package             Detailed Navigation

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
THE CRITIQUE CIRCLE

BACK TO
CRITIQUE CIRCLE

INSTRUCTIONS
COMPLETE
INSTRUCTIONS HERE

CRITIQUE GUIDELINES

CRITIQUE TIPS

HELP TOUR

It's easy to critique the works of others and get your work critiqued. Just follow the steps below:

1) Post your first piece.

2) You must then critique the work of another member to post another piece yourself.

3) For each critique you give, you earn 1 credit that can be used to post another one of your writings.

4) You can build up credits to be used at another time by giving critiques to others.
Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST





TITLE: For Love That Wept And Died Upon A Cross
By Yvonne Osborne
02/25/06
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 SEND ARTICLE TO A FRIEND

“Come now and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow, tho they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” Isa. 1. v 18

For Love That Wept And Died Upon A Cross

Upon the waste lands near the lowering skies,
Weave the giant diggers, dipping slow,
Above the steel jaws the seagull flies,
Far from metal giants to and fro.

Tarnished tins of jagged edge and stagnant breath,
Paper drifts in blooded tears of snow,
In rags, obscene, a twisted doll in death
Smiles her rigid smile of long ago.

The diggers dig, relentless predators
That push them deep and deeper still beneath,
Against the stormy sky the giant roars,
Weaving on the purple thread of grief.

Within the bulging plastics fast congealed,
Spills the filth that bursts the ties that bind,
Onward press the diggers in the field,
Below, the sifting stench of humankind.

Upon a shrouded hill a rugged cross,
That could not hold the Lamb upon it slain,
Casts its mighty shadow o’er the dross,
The sentinel of sin and inner shame.

Across the silted land a gentle breath,
Breathes the fragrant Spirit o’er the flood,
Lifting up the children out of death,
Covered by the all redeeming blood.

Praise to Thee oh glorious Son of Man,
That sins of scarlet shall be white as snow,
And every name is carved upon thy hand,
And in thy presence every knee shall bow.

Oh praise thee Lord of Hosts for heaven’s claim,
That not one child of yours may e’er be lost,
Victory is ours and heaven’s gain,
For Love that wept and died upon a cross.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
YOUR CREDITS

LOGIN HERE




REMINDER:

REMEMBER, this is a Critique Circle. Please try to give a critique to receive a critique. If you do not want to give any critiques, you can use the REGULAR ARTICLE SUBMISSION area. If you are unsure about how to critique, please use the CRITIQUE GUIDELINES and CRITIQUE TIPS.

VIEWING CRITIQUES:

To view your critiques that you receive on any writing, login to your account and click "CRITIQUE CIRCLE MANAGEMENT" to view all of your critiques and edit each piece. Then, click "VIEW CRITIQUES" next to the article title to view critiques on that piece. Comments on all of your writings when using the Critique Circle will not be displayed publicly as regular and writing challenge articles. They can only be viewed by accessing them from your account.