That Old Rugged Cross

The old rugged cross

It was hewn from an oak
planted deep in death’s forest
A tree once alive… the people said
Home to birds and bent low by fruits
Providing shade to weary sojourners
Spreading its majestic limbs
But it was cut down in its prime
With roman axes and blades

Night after night
Spent in the carpenter’s shop
Seeing souls pass by
Feeling the human cry
Finally called out to duty
To be a cross of death
To dish out punishment
To the enemies of the throne

At times it stood silent
As criminals died
Watching sorrowfully
As the blood fell to the ground
Days rolled by
And souls were lost
Then one day it saw
The face of its creator

Unworthy unworthy
That was what it felt
To carry the creator
The one who created
Darkness filled the deep blue sky
As the mighty tree cried
Watching its creator
Die a mere man’s death

The tree stood rugged
Battered by time
Yet even more rugged
Because it saw His death
Old rugged cross beautiful and true
Symbol of sacrifice and love
Hope for life
Shade from the darkness of sin

Petroleum engineer? Yup. But I love writing as much as I love solving complex reservoir engineering problems. Watch out for poetry. Still trying to soar the heights of prose tho' Stay tuned dearies.

13 thoughts on “That Old Rugged Cross

  1. So it’s not only the right hand criminal that felt bad to see the saviour crucified, the cross itself also felt the pain of hanging Him?
    Oh how gloriously significant that day was.

    More grace.


  2. As I read dis, a kind of grt wave of Sadness overwhelmed me…bt den I remembered it was all 4 me. I’m grtful 4 my SAVIOUR’s Sacrifice. Doing a very Special n Wonderful write-up Damilare, God Bless U…


  3. Reminds me of the hymn…

    “On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
    The emblem of suff’ring and shame;
    And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
    For a world of lost sinners was slain.

    So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
    Till my trophies at last I lay down;
    I will cling to the old rugged cross,
    And exchange it some day for a crown.

    Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
    Has a wondrous attraction for me;
    For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
    To bear it to dark Calvary.

    In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
    A wondrous beauty I see,
    For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
    To pardon and sanctify me.

    To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
    Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
    Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,
    Where His glory forever I’ll share.”

    the hymn has a sober effect…..just like your piece.
    Thanks for sharing


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