The Work of the Cross
By David Smith December 1, 2008
He did time, and read his Bible; three times the pages were scanned.
He realized God’s way of salvation; the Bible, God’s Word in his hand.
Time paid off in prison; his freedom in the Book he could see;
Accepted the way of salvation; the Work of the Cross paid his fee.
Tears fell that day in prison; to know he was born anew;
As far as the East from the West; Sin separated the distance, it flew.
To be taken out of prison; a stigma the world may fight;
Clothed in divine righteousness; the Cross made his path so right.
Now he carries a light; in a dim and darkened sphere;
And gives people a warning; the end is drawing near.
He had the time to think, and put his life on roll;
We have the same opportunity; the work of the Cross saves a soul.