By George H. Alquist Jr.

            Last night in prayer I saw the cross
               on which my Savior died.
            I asked, "Dear Sir, what was it like?"
               Before it spoke, it cried.

            "Of all the things I could be made
               why was it picked for me
            that I should hold the Son of God
               not able to set Him free!?

            Through tears of grief it broke my heart
               with mighty depth of pain
            my bark drank in the blood of God
               and received that holy stain."

            I heard just then the nails cry out
               in sorrow and dismay,
            "We too were forced an awful role
               that dark and gloomy day.

            We trembled in the hands of men
               while with their mallets grim
            they forced the nails through sinless hands
               with which to crucify Him."

            And at this point the crown gave way
               to wails of horror too;
            "They took my beauty and formed me round
               His beautiful brow pierced through."

            They all in chorus raised one voice
               with agony profuse,
            "Please understand we had no choice
               or power to refuse!"

            But then the tomb like steeple bell
               rang out with great elation,
            "I could not keep Him, He rose again
               to offer all salvation."

            "Dear Friends", I said, "please weep no more
               nor linger in despair;
            for you were used of God you see
               though no one was aware

            To bring salvation full and free
               by grace through faith in Christ,
            and through belief on Jesus' name
               the gift of eternal life!"