Thank God For The Cross

The river of history moves on, but the Cross remains.
And when the strong torture the weak,

the head of the Man on the Cross
inks deeper on His tired breast.

And when the poor cry for bread,

the head of the Man on the Cross
inks deeper on His tired breast.

And when soldiers are ordered to do battle,

the head of the Man on the Cross
inks deeper on His tired breast.

And when mothers and fathers go mad when they see their children die,

the head of the Man on the Cross sinks deeper on His tired breast.

In a world at war, the image of “the head of the Man on the Cross” sinking “deeper on His tired breast” is transformed into stark reality.

Especially in time of war, it is easy for the cynic to discuss the Judeo-Christian vision of the time when nations will beat their…