Beneath the Cross of Jesus

 

As I prepared to sing the night before Palm Sunday, I glanced up at the cross hung which on our bedroom wall. Tom and I received it as a wedding gift from a soldier of the Clearwater Salvation Army Corp. It’s a beautiful piece of art, made by Art Fielgley.

He fashioned redwood, walnut, and birds eye maple into a stunning representation of the cross of Christ.

In the 32 years of our marriage, often it’s been in a closet or a back room. But when we had our farm house built, Tom hung it above his dresser. I have a perfect view of it from my side of the bed.

Through 32 years of marriage, and children, and caregiving, and life, I’ve lived beneath His cross even though it lay packed in a box. The cross of His forgiveness. The cross of His suffering. The cross of His love.

For me, the cross represented repentance and humbling–not just one time, but daily. When I’m impatient, or angry, or gossip or lie, I remember the cross and it brings me to my knees.

You’ve only got a day until Easter. Why not bask in the cross of our risen Savior? Search the pages of Scripture for the hows and whys and then worship.

Here are the lyrics of the song I sang yesterday. Crawl beneath His cross. It’s both a safe and wonderful place to be.

Beneath the cross of Jesus
I find a place to stand,
And wonder at such mercy
That calls me as I am;
For hands that should discard me
Hold wounds which tell me, “Come.”
Beneath the cross of Jesus
My unworthy soul is won.

Beneath the cross of Jesus
His family is my own-
Once strangers chasing selfish dreams,
Now one through grace alone.
How could I now dishonor
The ones that You have loved?
Beneath the cross of Jesus
See the children called by God.

Beneath the cross of Jesus-
The path before the crown-
We follow in His footsteps
Where promised hope is found.
How great the joy before us
To be His perfect bride;
Beneath the cross of Jesus
We will gladly live our lives.

 

 

 

 

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