BEAUTIFUL

I thought to tell of beauty,
But found myself at loss
To tell of the beauty of mountain and sea,
When faced with the beautiful cross!

Its beauty is not in the grain of its wood;
Its structure, I couldn’t adore;
The beauty I see; What’s so lovely to me,
Is the burden of love that it bore.

To some, it’s just a symbol;
To others, a burden of care;
But it's BEAUTY to me; This cross that I see;
For my sins were all paid for, there.

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