Poem: I look to The Cross

I look at the spot, where the worst of Criminals died
[Golgotha’s place of a skull]
Save the case of the innocent man who himself sacrificed
For all transgressions to take the fall

I look on the mount, where hell touched heaven
And death touched the creator
We saw as the sun bowed, day totally darken
As all of nature mourned it’s progenitor

I wonder at such object of the deepest sighs of pity
Which yet inspired a most glorious awe;
Stumbling offense to the claim of messiah and divinity,
Nail prints – the credentials of a savior!

I considered the enigma, where the worst of cruelty
Crossed God’s most merciful gesture
The altar that declared all mankind guilty
Carried the offering to make him a new creature

I stand at this crossroad and observe paths -
One broad, the other narrow
The broad way is easy, the other leads through the cross that
Only a few would with Christ follow

I look to the cross, and contemplate what it holds
For such pain and shame borne
And fall at the exalted foot of The One who says ‘follow me…
There’s a cross for every crown’.

© 2010, poem by Tee Akindele