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The Cross and The Miracle

                        the crowd had grown in number                           waiting for the Easter sun                         darkness still was all around                           as they came one by one                         the cross had been assembled                            as in days of long ago                        the people waited for the dawn                            to see the cross aglow                           the minister was telling                           of Jesus, the son of God                         how He'd taught and preached                           as on this earth He trod                         he told of His healing power                         how He made the blind to see                           of how His love and death                         bought salvation pure and free                          he told how men had plotted                         to take Christ's life in scorn                         not knowing they were finishing                          the plan that God had formed                         the gathering looked up to see                        the cross they'd made with care                      and tears spilled down their cheeks                      as they envisioned Jesus hanging there                     the Holy Spirit filled that gathering                           on that special Easter Day                       and the rising of the dawning sun                           cast a perfect glowing ray                        the cross cast a winged shadow                            with the figure of a man                        but, no one hung upon the cross                        this they could not understand                       the cross was only wood you know                              and empty to the eye                         but the shadow had unfolded                          a man hanging there to die                           A hush fell on the crowd                     as they fell to their knees in prayer                       yes, there was the figure of a man                          although the cross was bare                         the cross was not the miracle                         that saved this world from sin                      it was our dear Savior hanging there                            who died and rose again                            © 1974  Donna Friedrichs

Copyright © April 2000 Donna E. Friedrichs


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