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The Cross


The Cross

I rested there helplessly as they forced you onto me.
I could feel your arms being stretched from east to west.
I felt the sharp thorns as they pierced even into me.
I felt your warm blood as it trickled from your chest.

Then I heard you cry out in pain but I could do nothing.
I heard the sound of the nails as they were driven into your wrist.
I saw them cross your wounded legs and I heard the steel spike driven.
I watched the tears as your fingers gripped into a fist.

I felt your breathing as you labored hanging there for the world to see.
I watched them taunt you when you were thirsty, your lips parched from the sun.
I felt the thunderous jolt as they thrust me deep down into the earth.
I felt your mother's arms around me and heard her cry "Look what they have done!"

I saw your tears as they ran down your bloodied face.
Why were they crucifying you between two other thieves?
Did they hate you so much they would let a murderer go free?
I stood there silently for I had no reprieve!

I heard you answer one of the thieves in a kind and loving way.
"Today you shall be with me in Paradise!"
I saw you look at Mary your mother and then I heard you say.
"Woman, behold your son" and to the disciple "Behold, your mother!"

I looked at the sign written above your precious head.
Then I heard you cry again saying "Eli Eli, Lama Sabachthani?"
I knew it meant, "My God, My God, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?"

I heard you mumble "I am thirsty" but no water would they give.
Instead they poured sour wine and upon a hyssop did offer it up.
How could they do this to the only perfect and innocent man?
How could they honestly let this sinless man drink from this bitter cup?

"Father forgive them for they know not what they do!"
The sky grew black and the earth under me began to quake.
How could He have pity upon this deceitful murdering crew?
I heard the crowds begin to whisper, "He was really the Son of God, He was not a fake!"

I felt your breathing labor and then I heard you gasp for air.
"FATHER, INTO THY HANDS I COMMIT MY SPIRIT!" your words begin to cry.
And with your last breath I heard you say "IT IS FINISHED!"
I then watched as you hung your head to die.

I stood there helpless and barren holding you with open arms.
You were Jesus the Christ and you were nailed upon me.
I began to cry for I could not bear to stand there for You had created me.
Yet I was the cross upon whom they nailed You so willing.

I have never been forgotten, I am still the cursed tree.
Yet I will forever bloom and my blossoms will show the sign of the cross.
Jesus the Son of the living God, shed His innocent blood for you.
Accept Him now as your Savior or be eternally damned!
What a loss!

It Is Finished! The battle over death has been won.
It Is Finished !There will be no more war over the soul.
It Is Finished! The end of the conflict, it is done!
It is Finished and in Victory, Jesus is Lord!

He is Lord, He is Lord.
He has risen from the grave and He is Lord.
Every knee shall bow and one day every tongue shall confess.
That Jesus Christ is Lord!

Some call Him Jesus,
Some call Him Master
Some call Him Savior
But I still call Him Lord!

written by Sybil Shearin (c) 8-2002

The Call of God

Listen! Do you hear Him calling your name?
Do you hear His whispers as you prayed guilty and ashamed?
Is your heart speaking but you are too proud to hear?
He is calling for you to come near.

Are you selfish only wanting your own way?
Do you dismiss His words and refuse to near Him stay?
Do you feel Him tugging at your hearts door?
Or do you just refuse to even listen anymore?

For the call of God is to be brought into a Holy Zone.
In that zone God changes the mind and it becomes well known.
To God the Father, The Holy Spirit and Jesus alone.
Only these three spirits are the souls Foundation Stone.

Listen! Do you hear Him calling your name?
Is He asking you to do something for Him
and not or worldly fame?
Something that only you alone can do?
If not you, then who?

Is your heart soft and supple, willing and free?
Do you remember the blind man who could not see?
Is your mind and your thought given only unto the Lord?
Will you listen and will you carry Calvary's Sword?

Written by Sybil Shearin
Inspired by The Son


He Is Walking Still

He heard the screams crying "Crucify him!"
Yet He loved all of them.
He created these people yet they had hate in their eyes.
Why did they not take the time to recognize?
His heart was broken and He could barely talk.
Yet Jesus loved me and He still walked.

He walked alone carrying His cross to Calvary
While the soldiers pressed the thorns into His head and He could not see.
He looked at Judas and His heart broke into.
Thirty pieces of silver was the price paid in crimson hue.
He heard their voices and their mocks
Still He continued for me to walk.

His eyes looked to heaven as the hammer drove the spikes.
His cries echoed forever into the still cold nights.
They stripped His clothes and fought for them
Yet they didn't notice the power in just the hem.
He cried yet never once did He balk
Still He continued on His walk

As He Hung on that cross, dying for mankinds sins
His eyes searched the crowds for just one of His loving friends
He could have called ten thousand angels to destroy the world and set Him
But He died alone, for you and me.
Tho His body hung there beaten and mocked
Still His Spirit continued for me to walk.

When I'm lonely and feel depressed
When my friends all hurt me and leave me like the rest
When the pain is too much and I cannot find my way.
When I think about Jesus and the price He had to pay.
I am so glad He didn't stop to talk
Jesus I just want to thank You for continuing on my Salvation's Walk!

When I see a child dying and I am helpless to give
When I see tears falling because of the way I've lived.
When my heart beats it last beat
And my spirit and soul leaves this body of decaying meat.
When my mind goes back to Calvary's dark hill.
I'm thankful Jesus is for me Walking Still.

Written by Sybil Shearin
All Rights Reserved


The Dream

She went to sleep one night only to suddenly be awakened.
The devils evil grin stood gleaming in her face.
His eyes like burning embers of fire, a demonic soul forsaken.
His hands looked like bones burned into weird like sticks moving in place.

Nails sharpened and long pierced into her flesh so tender.
His face displayed the sin and evil dwelling in her world.
She lay there trembling in his clutches wondering what he would render.
Just then he leaned close to her, whispering in her ear he unfurled

His words from his deep cracking voice rang as clear as a bell.
"I cannot let your survive for if I do many might be touched by the light.
You are my child and I will kill you and take you into hell!
You will live forever in the darkness of the night!"

She grabbed his hands and began to break free.
Blood trickled from her face so fair, a tear in her precious skin.
Awakened and in fright, her face burning from the fight, she cried out pitifully.
She stood peering into the mirror and beholds the rips he had left within.

Tears streamed down her face, their salt burning her childish skin.
He had tried to steal her soul again just like many times before.
Out of the distance a voice like thunder let out a bellowing call burning every demon of sin.
The voice of Jesus penetrated the strong thick wall and opened the heavy door.

"I am He who was crucified many years ago.
I am the Alpha and the Omega the beginning and the end.
I am The Prince of Peace and the Bright and Morning star still aglow.
I am the ONLY God upon who the soul can depend!"

The voice of Jesus over powered it all.
He was and is mighty to the pulling down of strongholds.
He called a child to win the lost and the battle rages on, yet she is standing tall.
Today is the day of Salvation and the Only way to heavens mansions untold.

Poetry by Sybil Shearin
Story by Paula Lee
(c) 8-2003
All Rights Reserved
Both working for the Son!



Watch Ye!

There came a woman to the well.
She was seeking deliverance from the bondage of hell.
Tired were her feet and weary was her soul.
Her spirit burdened by sins untold.

She wanted a cool drink to quench her thirst.
Jesus was waiting to free her soul first.
He said " If you drink from this well you will thirst again.
If you drink from My living water you will be freed from satan's deceptive plans.

The Living Water is free, for there is no cost to receive.
Satan of course tries hard our eyes to deceive.
There is no other name given among men but the name of Jesus Christ today.
Ask Him to come into your heart and forever stay.

No one knows the day nor the hour when Jesus will come again.
Don't be like the ten virgins and let your lamps be empty as is common to man.
Jesus said " When you see these things begin to happen" and they are.
" Look up for your redemption draweth nigh"for Jesus is still the Bright and Morning Star.

When you think not, the Son of Man cometh with angels from on high.
He will catch away His children far away up into the sky.
Then those who remain will suffer seven years of hellish torture and pain.
The Antichrist will rule and cries for help stifled by satan once again.

Watch and listen for the trumpet to sound.
Be sure your feet are planted on God's solid ground.
Be sure your soul rest in God's Holy hands.
Then rest knowing all is well within the gates of the Promised Lands.

Written by Sybil Shearin
(c) 9-2-2003
All Rights Reserved
Resting in The Son
May be used with permission