The Cross

The Cross

Cursed is he who hangs on a tree pointer to the Cross there of an actual cure on this Cross Road none ever returned save the Special One

Now eternally crowned King above having the key of death

A Slaughter of sought never a sweet tale to tell a death that begins life too full of reproach to willfully Approach

With No Beauty attached A bloody experience of suspense between two worlds in the valley of decision

Though Man made to end the life
God Made Yet has Become A Plus to reach Heaven the vertical and Man the Horizontal

The life we now know around it stricken smitten and Afflicted with no comeliness to be desired

Our Institution of discipleship convocation dying daily the cross Works in US

Putting off the Flesh of self to put on the new life

The superior to the former burning the dross bringing forth gold

Take all take able to the Cross rest your case Nailed!!

At the cross over to take over without carrying over