My Chevin Cross memories

Jackie McDonald

The Chevin Cross

It may not be the “true” cross
But it reminds us of the pain
Suffered by our Saviour
So that we might live again.
He bore it without hatred
He could not have loved us more
He shed for us his precious blood
In a far off land, in days of yore.

I wonder what went through his mind
As he trudged along the road
With the sins of man upon his back
It was a heavy load.
How will we explain to him
When we meet him face to face
All the sins we had forgotten
And how we fell from grace.

I hope that when my time arrives
The good Lord will grant me rest
I will be able to look him in the eye
And say, “I tried my best”.