Cross of Sticks

Cross of Sticks

A small cross of sicks and the
Brown wilted remains of a
Red Carnation
Mark the place where
My life changed forever.

Another cross also stood here once.
Moved by the winds and rains that
Batter this hillside,
Now only one remains.
But only one matters anyway.

One cross,
Two thousand years ago.
Only this one matters.
The cross on which my sins and my pain
Were taken away forever.

My cross of sticks
Stands in the place where I let go and
Gave a dog back to Jesus.
But His cross stands in my heart,
Where He gave Himself for me.

My life changed here,
At this cross of sticks.
It brought me to another cross,
A cross of one who was tortured and killed -
And who died for me.

And as I remember
The reason for this cross of sticks,
I remember the one who made it possible,
My Lord Jesus Christ,
The One who set me free.