Prayer

at the cross

A coal black cross I happened on this morning by the sea.
Wedged in a fence, not by mistake, was it left there for me?

 

Or had the owner been afraid to cast it to the sand?
Was their true love departed to some far and distant land?

 

Sparkling in the rising sun, the cross first caught my eye.
And thoughts came quickly to my mind, of who and how and why.

 

Perhaps some quarrel with God above had led one to forget.
Just what this symbol represents, back to the day they met.

 

Who was the one that pushed this cross into the fence's wood?
For if their troubles I could ease, I would, but if I could.

 

“Take up your cross and follow me,” a young man had once said.
And many years have come and gone, and countless prayers been pled.

 

This coal black cross that’s in my hand, fill’s voids in any heart.
And when the owner placed it there, a prayer towards God did start.

 

So if you meet this very day, the owner of this cross…
A touching word from your kind lips may serve to ease their loss.

 

So let us both keep looking for the one who placed it there.
And be the answer to their prayers; just show them that we care.

 

For He had also told us this…about that which we lack,
but excuse me for a minute…I should go and put this back.