Down in the Valley

As I walked through a lonesome valley

And strolled between the hills

I gazed upon a battered cross

As morn's blush peeked hillsides' sill.

I know that lonely bird that morning

was singing not just to me.

For I wasn't the only one present.

Jesus spoke, then I began to see.

The rising sun threw upon the green

The towering shadow that means my salvation

Of the holy, precious blood of God

That rescues me from condemnation.

I stare at the cross,

mounted to the ground and reaching to the sky;

It is my path to heaven,

But, in wonderment, still ask why.

Why did you allow them to spit on you,

Dismiss your divinity as filthy sod?

You accomplished it still

In Your power and will,

And then I know that You are God.

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