Near your cross we stand, O Lord,
Anxious with wonder and grief,
Oh, Divine and Loving Friend,
This thing strains profound belief.
“It is finished”. Your dying declaration,
Are words we hardly understand,
Oh, Dear Jesus, could we not enjoy,
One last touch of your healing hand?
Blood, sadness, and death, Oh Lord,
Is this our final meeting?
We cannot guess, in three days passing,
We will hear your “All Hail” greeting.
March 1, 2018
Soli Deo Gloria
One more simple little poem for Jesus.