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!"