Cross Comparison Poem

I made this based on the after effects of Steubenville North Youth Conference - I was soooooooo deeply touch by this conference, that the pain I had received as of yesturday was WORTH it

When we arrived there it was so hot – we kept sweating and there was no time to stop – when we left we were tired – though our souls soared much higher – When I came home I moaned and groaned in pain – but the Lord was not in vain – My hand hurt from grasping my hat – Such a thing He had to go through like that – My arms hurt from constant waving – And wasn’t He at some point hanging? – My knees hurt from outstanding kneeling – Looking up at Him, wasn’t that a’sight seeing? – My feet hurt immensely from walking – Look at Him; Holy striding up the hill – My heart pounded pulsing fast – Isn’t His love the best of the best? – My back hurt from laying down – Look at how they put Him to the ground – The wood we stood and kneeled on, was firm and strong – It reminded me of the cross that He was nailed on, and how His pierced heart made that last loving beat – Last but not least – My vocals flew from me so I could not speak – It reminded me of when He said, “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?”