The Cross in My Youth Building

Every Wednesday from 7-8:30

As my voices blend with a hundred others

And the angels sing along in heaven

I look to our wooden cross

It rests against a wall

In our humble youth building

Surrounded by praise

And illuminated by His ever-present Grace

When I see it's simplicity

A smile touches my lips

I can taste the electricity

Of the passion in this old, familiar room

 Tears start to fall freely then

For an hour I don't have to hold them back

Because God knows my deepest soul

He knows when my clouds turn black

I don't have to hide from him

The blood of the cross washes over me

With it, I strain against these dark chains

And slowly, I pray that it'll save me

Author's Note

God is so good

Reviews

[Nix]

It's always encouraging to see someone from our generation rising above the pop culture and teenage girl norms... Thank you for sharing your faith openly. Love your poetry and God bless!
Would love it if you could join this group of teen writers!

http://www.writerscafe.org/groups/Teen-Writers%21/9798/

[Lost in Wonderland]

Thank you!!

[Kyle Sky]

A faithful piece... The best way i can describe it.

[Invisible]

always waiting for the time when "he is risen" are humans who follow "him" it seems.

[Ezekiel Silver]

Excellent poem! I like how strangely accurate it is to what I experience at my church. Great work!!

[Lost in Wonderland]

Thanks!!! God is good:)