Friday, June 12, 2009

Salvation Stood

Salvation Stood

I likened myself
To a piece of wood
Three crosses on a hill
My tower of salvation
In the middle stood

My redemption
Ran down
That splintered tree
The joy of our hope
Saving you, saving me

Sweet eyes that saw
Through time and space
Was nailed to a cross
And took my place

No sin upon His head
He took mine
And died and bled

Now nailed
To a spiritual cross
I must die daily
The death of me
Is no loss

No longer
A useless piece of wood
We'll both die
And return to dust
One a burning cinder
Me with my Lord
My Redeemer !

Judy L Wilson
Feb. - 22 - 09

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