At the Cross
I was coming home from the big city one day and saw a two-story white farm house with an awesome sunset shining brightly on it, and an American flag waving proudly in the background.
Amazing Picture!
Then, beside the two-story white farm house stood three wooden crosses, the one in the middle, the tallest, draped in purple reminding me of the true meaning of Easter: Jesus died for my sins and rose again!
And, I lifted praise, “At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, and the burden of my heart rolled away, it was there by faith I received my sight, and now I am happy all the day!”—Isaac Watts, chorus, Ralph E. Hudson.
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”— John 3:16.
Contributed by Janice Weiland
