Love of the Cross

Love of the Cross

In my depraved manhood
I say, “Prove thy love for thee!”
A gentle whisper of the cross
In my finite mind
I say, “Prove thy love for the pagan!”
The sun, the rain, and the cross
In my anger and indignation
I say, “Prove thy love for the sick!”
Floggings, thorned crown, and the cross;
The cross is thy love for thee
Take or leave, it is thy love unconditionally.