The bloody mess of the cross...

As I sat one day wondering everything away

I sat and watched the wonder of the cross.

I seen the cross, a bloody mess.

When I look to the cross, I see it empty,

But when I seen the cross,

today...

it was

different.

I look to the cross as an empty place,

But today what I seen

In amongst the bloody and tears

Was something strange.

Today the cross had many bags

Hanging off the wood

Open boxes sitting at the foot of the cross

I asked the Lord

What does this mean?

Lord, what do you want me to do?

Gently, he took me by the hand

Lord, where are we going?

His reply was nothing short of

beauty.

The day I died for you,

I took your all the baggage and

the boxes

filled with hurt.

I opened them up,

took out the pain.

But, Lord, did you leave the boxes empty I cried!

No, no my child.

I filled them with peace.

The bloody mess that I became?

It was so that you don't need to any more.

I sat one day wondering everything away

Gazing at the wonder of the cross.

That bloody mess, no longer empty.

That day I set down one more box.

Left it at the foot of the cross.