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The Cross

The Cross

A thousand whirring thoughts
this heavy load of pain and tears.
Overwhelming bitterness.
Kneeling at the Cross

See the brokenness
Wash the cracked skin
Cleanse the deep wound
Pour the ointment within.

Come to the fountain,
Bathe in the river
I quiet my heart.
Jesus will deliver.

Knowing You are here
Fills me with peace
less aware of my pain
In the light of your Grace

Set a table before me
filling my cup
With such divine refreshing
How can I give up

I’ll keep walking forward
The path becomes clear
Knowing you are with me
Removes my fear.