In the shadow of a doorway
I hung back behind the swarm
So scared by what had happened
As I watched the mounting storm.
Golgotha’s hill was covered
With an angry ugly crowd
Some cursed and shouted “Crucify!”
While others wailed out loud.
The air seemed filled with demons
There was hatred everywhere
No one moved to stop the madness
They could only stand and stare.
With the words that “It is finished”
He expired with his last breath
And Satan was defeated at
The moment of his death.
As thunder roared and lightning struck
Some graves were open wide
The dead arose to witness that
God’s only son had died
The cross was rough and bloody
When they slipped him from its hold
And the crowd dispersed around them
As the Savior’s flesh grew cold
The relic shown with evidence
What was won with his life lost
Stands still today exalted
In the Triumph of the Cross
Donna Sue Berry
August 28th, 2014
Exaltation of the Holy Cross on September 14th