The Southern Cross

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The Southern Cross God made to shine,
And light the Southern skies,
That people everywhere may know,
How Jesus His son died.

The crowd, they mocked and made their jest,
They spat in loving eyes.
“Oh, Son of God, now do your best,”
Cried pharisees and scribes.

A robe of purple for His back.
A nail in each hand.
Some things just aren't meant to be
But, redemption had been planned.

A single nail through His feet,
And for His head some thorns.
For us this punishment was meet,
So we could be reborn.

Not a bone of His was broken,
Just as they foretold.
His resurrection too, was spoken
Of by prophets of old.

So no one is without excuse,
It's written in the sky.
He gave His only Son for us,
And for our sakes He died.

So next time you're outside and see,
God's cross up in the sky.
Remember what He sacrificed,
And go tell others why.

The choice is yours, the choice is mine,
His victory to proclaim.
When God reveals then you will find,
There's power in His name.

-SMA