The Cross on my Shelf It stands on a shelf a small wooden cross To remind me of that dreadful day When Jesus my Saviour suffered and died On a cross in a land far away In a place called Golgotha where rubbish was thrown Outside of the old city wall The Dear Lamb of God gave up his life To gain redemption for all. My small cross on the shelf is empty and bare Just like the tomb where He lay To remind me that Jesus arose from the dead And triumphed over Satan that day. It also reminds me of God’s Grace and Love That opened the door wide for me. To His gift of new life and then when I die With Him there in Heaven I’ll be. Moira Jones
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 10:06:25 +0000
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