"The Cross"

A wood that He whom I love and treasure, carry.

A piece of wood which bears all the sins of the world.

Heavy as it is, for all man's wickedness there it stores.

Especially my sins, but He whom carries it bears its heaviness.

Even to suffer all the uncertainties in the path.

Carrying it with all His heart and might.

He whom carries it never gives up till He reaches the point of saving us.

Even if we, sinners, rejected, humiliated and scurned at Him still He forgives.

A wood, that wood where He whom loves, each one of us hanging asking us to look at Him and repent, to pray for the Father, to remember His Salvific ways.

In that wood, I a poor sinner cry for; instead of I it was He suffered and died. On that wood which I, a wicked human have made.

And was carried by Him who Saves. 🙏