Crucifix

Each time I sign the cross, I think of You,
You on Your cross and Your Blest Trinity,
Your image on that cross a powerful clue
of all Your love, and how You died for me.

A crossroads--just a symbol I project,
You on Your cross leaves no doubt what I see,
Your face compels my dull mind to reflect,
You there before my eyes Who died for me.

Your crucifix is more than just a shape,
You on Your cross make clear the mystery,
I’m forced to face what I cannot escape--
how You hung there and gave Your life for me.

Your death, Your gift, Yourself--we face-to-face,
Christ, like the cross, my sinful soul You grace.

                           by Pete Voelz      9/11/13