[Faith-talk] Sharing a short poem

[Poppa Bear]

Here is a short poem that moved me in my devotions this morning.
The Cross 
In evil long I took delight, 
Unawed by shame or fear, 
Till a new object struck my sight, 
And stopped my wild career. 
I saw One hanging on a tree, 
In agonies and blood; 
He fixed His languid eyes on me, 
    As near His cross I stood. 
Sure never till my latest breath, 
Shall I forget that look! 
It seemed to charge me with His death, 
    Though not a word He spoke. 
A second look He gave, which said, 
"I freely all forgive; 
This blood is for thy ransom paid; 
    I die that thou mayest live." 
Thus while His death my sin displays 
In all its blackest hue, 
Such is the mystery of grace, 
    It seals my pardon too! 
                    -John Newton