A Golden Cross
'Twas not a golden cross
On which Christ Jesus died.
No fancy chain attached
For some adoring eye.
No beauty there that day,
Except a word or two,
Like, "Father, do forgive them;
They know not what they do."
Then the loving words
Unto the thief who cried,
"I say to you, you'll be
With me in paradise."
He said, "Behold thy mother
To that beloved John.
And to His own dear mother,
He said, "Behold thy son."
The cross that day was ugly;
The beauty hung thereon.
The only beauty there
Was God's Own Precious Son.
Mary W. Johnson - July 27, 2001
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