You Carried My Cross (a poem)

A wooden cross held together with crisscrossing twine lies across a wooden plank table and rests on an open Bible.

I was the one,
who did you wrong.
It was my fault,
the damage was done.

It was my choice,
I deserved the shame.
With love in your voice,
you took the blame.

It was my crime,
with death the cost,
but when it was time,
you carried my cross.

 



~ elr

 




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