A Christian poem of faith.


The Cross, Stark and Still

Into the depths of untold depravity,
a perfect creation had fallen away;
unimagined grace poured out from our God above -
As His Hand of wrath was firmly stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
subtly calls for the World's attention.

Since the dawn of everlasting time,
our Savior awaited His appointed day;
despite humanity's race to certain doom -
His Hand of wrath was intentionally stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
continues to demonstrate His gift of Salvation.

The twinkling stars danced across the midnight blue
as songs arose from the angelic array;
quietly the Messianic babe in a manger lay -
As His Hand of wrath was lovingly stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
serves as a testament of Love's perfection.

A carpenter's son? He's just a man!
His godly claim on earth displayed
had believers searching for purest faith -
His Hand of wrath was securely stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
reminds that our debt was paid for sin's violation.

In the face of false accusations,
Christ held His tongue to Pilate's dismay,
for God's plan played out for all to see -
As His Hand of wrath was purposely stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
is a backdrop for a risen Lord calling us with adoration.



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Author Notes:

This is a collaboration piece with Mr. Jeffrey Jordan of Wichita Falls, Texas.





Poetry by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd
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Written on 2009-02-01 at 01:48

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melanie sue
flesh age is doomed and was from the start in the garden.....soul in the flesh is a temporary condition.....messiah was fullfilling the ancient prophecies and still is .....it is unfolding now as it should.....we are now in the throws of the birth pains...and there is a famine in the land......a famine for the word of God
2009-02-01


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'despite humanity's race to certain doom' ... hmmmm, sounds a bit like predestination to me, dude. Cool poem, though.
2009-02-01