Wrapped in bunches

Laid in a pile

Stored by the cord

Aisle after aisle

Barked wood, Chopped wood, Kindling split. Sawed wood; Peeled wood; Making it fit.

From houses and barns, Boardwalks and docks, Window frames and stairways, Tireless children’s blocks.

                            Hardwood, Softwood, Maple and Fir. Broadleaf to skinny leaf. Hear the wind stir.

Cedar and Pine for dresser drawers.

Then there’s handles and hoes

 For garden chores.

Wood for every imaginable thing,

In play and necessity.

Without it, what a loss.

And in our hands we finely fashion

All types of wood,

But who is it that built a wooden cross?

By God’s own hand

Was man’s redemption given.

In God,

Is all purpose made known from Heaven.

To the necessity of life this cross was made,

And from God’s handiwork sin was laid.

So look upon this product of wood crossed.

This is The Carpenter’s work,

Finely fashioned on a place

Where eternity is the cost.

                                                                                                                          Selah  

  _{A Wooden Cross by Ronhales}                                                                                                                                                            Colossians 2:15

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