| At first the beam of wood cried out,
As it was made a cross. "I'd rather carry kings about..., I'll be a total loss!" And then it was the Son of God, They nailed to this beam..., "I'd rather be a stately rod, In palaces be seen." But then the King spoke mercif'ly, So all the world could hear, "You will help to carry Me, And then to draw men near." "I understand the pain you have, I too, was cut in prime. But we are God's most perfect plan, To save man for all time." "You are not a beam of wood..., We're a beam of Light. You have dreamed of what you could..., But we will win the fight." What looked like a disaster, became a glorious opportunity! By Ralph E. McIntosh © 1999 |
