Staring at the Cross by Raymond A. Foss
in the stillness of the sanctuary my head bowed in prayer, but still I could see your cross, beams of light shining on the wood, radiating outward into the world a beacon of love, your sacrifice Staring at your cross bringing myself to that day at Golgotha to that first Good Friday thinking of the crowd, the jeers, the betrayal, the abandonment my abandonment of you, for all those years. Staring at the cross through tear-filled eyes my heart burning within me Feeling your spirit warming me Staring silently at your cross
April 25, 2008 Walk to Emmaus
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