THE CROSS

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            It may be ugly, rough and grim
            But we know that it works
            And when we visit frequently
            To be cleansed of our quirks
            It means that we mean business
            And know that we have failed
            To walk a pure and sinless road
            To where our Lord was nailed.

            He died an awful, sinless death
            So we would all attain
            The chance to live the kind of life
            Our father God ordained
            So don't give up the pot holed walk
            The rich and rutted way
            For heaven is our sure reward
            If we can last the pace.