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Topic: light (05/24/04)
TITLE: The Cross
By Dona Rae Moore
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I kneel before the dark rugged cross;
My face turned upward;
my eyes searching;
seeking the face of the One hanging there.
If I could but see His face just once,
yet I can not.
From behind the cross shines a light
so white, so pure and bright,
that soon the ugliness of the cross
begins to fade away;
though the sorrow and grief it once held
remains and should be remembered,
a beauty surrounds it now.
As I watch it seems as though the light
from behind begins to penetrate,
to transform the very wood itself.
The cross no longer remains dark and rugged,
but becomes a fine delicate outline
within the brilliant light,
as pure and as white as the light itself.
Now the light begins to penetrate my mind
and a new awareness touches my soul.
Now I understand!
This light is Christ!
He no longer hangs in sorrow on the cross.
The cross has become a part of Him;
a tragic work;
a powerful work;
a precious gift from Father and Son.
The light illuminates the darkest
corners of my mind.
I know in truth that this is where
I must seek Christ, my Lord.
I must kneel at the foot of His Cross,
though He no longer hangs upon it,
this is where I find Him.
Where my sins are forgiven.
Where His precious shed blood
can cleanse the ugliness of sin from my soul.