AN EMPTY CROSS MEANS VICTORY
by Helen M. Sanders
I watched silently from the hill
as they led my Lord to Calvary
They made him drag along his cross Rejoicing in His misery
The soldiers shouted amidst the cheers
so happy to see his agony
They yelled at him with vile sneers
Hang this King upon the tree.
They made the thorns into a crown
and placed it on his sacred head
For it was blood they wanted now It mattered not that His be shed
Oh, the agony I felt for Him
As they nailed Him to that piece of wood
I prayed and begged for them to stop
But no one did –for no one could.
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