By Ronnie Wolfe - August 16, 2011
Crosses are many in their count
Among them large and small,
But one has solitary worth,
And one above them all.
Christ’s arms stretched out across its beam
In great proportion stress
The import of this unique hour,
Expressed His loneliness.
His feet that walked upon the sea
Were fastened firm that day
To the cross unfathomed in its cruel
And solitary way.
By this peace was reconciled
When the blood of Christ fell down,
And reconciliation made
When in His cross was found
The handwriting of ordinances,
Contrary to our way,
His cross was every wit sufficient
To take our sin away.
Redemption made, my soul procured,
Each man should thankful be,
That only on His cross we find
From law he set us free.
And every man who by His cross
Has his salvation found,
Should take his cross and follow Him
And to His cross be bound.