The Cross

I see the cross in front of me
A symbol of my faith,
I thought I knew its fullest breadth
Until I saw his tear-stained face.
I see the cross in front of me
With a figure of a man,
His body wet with blood drops
Nails… driven in his hands.
I see the cross in front of me
Endeared it to my soul,
Never, no never, will I ever
Know a greater story to be told.