A poem of the cross

I wrote a poem last week for a layout I did for Carolyn Kite.  The kit is a special one to Carolyn, as it is made in memory of the man who shared her life and laughter, Arron.  It has a silver and gold cross in it.  I am not a big wearer of the cross, but I am a believer of the power from the man who died on that cross.  This poem is done as a reminder:

It is more than something to hang on a
chain,
My Savior who died and took all my
blame
I hear the foul words and gangsta
slang
and see the large crucifix all covered with
bling
and even the sweet innocent girls whose ears it adorn
wearing this cross  for which my savior was born
too sensitive is what I am told
it only  jewelry be it silver or gold.
Yet my life was on a course of hate and
destruction,
until another told of the words  and God’s instructions.
It wasn’t their light or the jewelry they
wore
But a man who was mocked and the Gospel he bore.
He asked of my life, my views and my 
dreams
I blustered at first and was actually  quite steamed
That a stranger would get involved with a sinner like me
Then I saw, the sin in my life, the pain  and wanted to flee
The word of God is alive and it  echoed in my head
I called out on this Jesus that night in my bed.
Since then I have served Him with all of my heart
not by a cross on a chain , but  by taking the part
That Christ died for all sins, but repentance is key
Receive Him right now, and be set free.