Just an old rotting piece of wood
Standing for many years upon Golgotha's hill
Feel the power of someone/something still
An ancient covenant had been made
So much pain and so much blood was shed
A broken body hung lifeless river bled
Something dark and heavy lay at its feet
forgiven souls wrapped round angel wing
Deep blue roses grew near a spring of pure water
Maggots and worms tried to devour its body
Yesterdays tears of holy beings held them back
Fire from sky in ancient thunder tempest
The story of a fallen Prince of light
A war amongst Angels twas said
Deception, betrayal, denial and banishment
Seems man knows the vipers words well
Death had planned mans sad demise
And something significant a good son sacrifice
A sad story told in tears of blood
About a great God who gave his beautiful and only son
A people who had forgotten what love means built a cross
A sad sacrifice of pure love that a world may live in him again
Sometimes we envision the cross a mystic symbol
Of all the pain and suffering in an uncaring world
Sometimes we see Resurrection and rebirth
The covenant of a Universal caring being power
So insignificant an object yet so withstanding
The question always comes around and around
Why such stories of this rotting wood still abound
Bronze trophy winner
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