Beneath the Cross of Jesus
I join Mary, His mother there;
Hearing Him sincerely say:”I Thirst”
—His sufferings I shall share.
Beneath the precious Cross of Christ
I feign would take my stand—
“Were You There” at Calvary is still ringing
—In my echoing heart and my head.
Yes, I have been to Calvary
I have joined the ransomead throng;
I’ve given my sinful heart to Jesus
—He has cleansed me from all wrong.
Won’t you join me here at Calvary?
Let your soul find forgiveness too—
Although multitudes have come to the Savior
There’s still Room at the Cross for You.
2011 by Douglas Raymond Rose
Member Academy of American Poets