The Cross Before Me Laid
By Janice S Ramkissoon
At the foot of the cross I viewed the scene
The decor was a sight to see
My mouth, like all else, was sealed
But my heart surely did weep
The resounding sound of hurt and pain
Echoed through the silence that paved the way
Hanging heads from disgrace & shame
Faces with no expression paved the way
Blood stained cloth caressed their heads
Cuts, bruises, open wounds to mend
So many believing it was the end
A view of the living dead
Faced with the debris of societies refuse
Without a tune they sang the blues
All hope gone, they craved the physician’s care
But knew not of his precious love and grace
They’re longing for, my Saviour to meet
Tenderly my heart responds in a beat
Facing that rugged Cross I see
Now eager to hear my Master speak
The silence broke as an angel spoke
Seems she's taken all that life had thrown
She stood, blood dripping to the ground
Bible in hand - seems the only thing she owned
Medication prescribed
Straight out of Psalm twenty five
To Calvary, I shall now turn my eyes
For there, my debt was paid with His life
Finally He speaks
As slowly, I read the psalm received
Now change in me must be;
For now the hurt and pain I see
Now the cross before me laid
Is this my purpose here on earth?
Is this my calling for today?
Whatever it be - I’m sure he’ll reveal
© 2006 Janice Ramkissoon
