Cross Poems
Last Supper
by Carl Rex
I will not drink henceforth this cup
This fruit of vine I will not sup
Until that day I drink it new
In my Father's house with you
Said my Lord in tender tones
This will comfort all your moans
For when ye eat this bread and wine
Remember I'll come to make you mine
......
The Lonely One
by Carl Rex
The night was cold with heavy dew
The day was still afar
A mournful voice with words so few
Was heard in starkest jar
That voice I knew so intimate
But ne'er before in fear
In early morn or night so late
Was always full of cheer
......
My Cross!
by Stephen Crane
Your cross?
The real cross
Is made of pounds,
Dollars or francs.
Here I bear my palms for the silly nails
To teach the lack
—The great pain of lack—
Of coin.
Last Supper
by Carl Rex
I will not drink henceforth this cup
This fruit of vine I will not sup
Until that day I drink it new
In my Father's house with you
Said my Lord in tender tones
This will comfort all your moans
For when ye eat this bread and wine
Remember I'll come to make you mine
......
The Lonely One
by Carl Rex
The night was cold with heavy dew
The day was still afar
A mournful voice with words so few
Was heard in starkest jar
That voice I knew so intimate
But ne'er before in fear
In early morn or night so late
Was always full of cheer
......
My Cross!
by Stephen Crane
Your cross?
The real cross
Is made of pounds,
Dollars or francs.
Here I bear my palms for the silly nails
To teach the lack
—The great pain of lack—
Of coin.
