A Wooden Cross

A wooden cross
On a hill
A man, a Jew
Betrayed
His pain lingers still

The cross he dragged
As people stared
He is guilty
They declared

Outstretched arms
Nails cruelly
Driven into palms


A crown of thorns
On his head
He would suffer
Until he was dead.

He died for us
In a world
Of unjust
And mistrust

He is our saviour
A flame of light
Forever and always
Burning bright

Maureen Brown 2021