The Man on the Middle Cross

 

This poem was written by my friends Theresa, whose story I told in August 2012 shortly after she went Home to Jesus.

Luke 23:33  And when they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left.

The Man on the Middle Cross

There’s a man who is so dear to me,
He’s known through all eternity,
To save lost souls is why He came,
But many men have shunned His name;
The Man On The Middle Cross

They beat Him beyond human recognition,
Then He carried His cross to that place of contention,
He willingly laid down while praying that we
Would accept His finished work at Calvary;
The Man On The Middle Cross

The nail holes in His hands and feet
Were part of the plan He was to complete,
The crown of thorns upon His head,
And when He was born…only a manger bed;
The Man On The Middle Cross

He died for sinners far and wide,
That’s the reason for His riven side,
Tho’ they reject Him, He loves them still,
If they’ll turn to Him their hearts He’ll fill;
The Man On The Middle Cross

He took my sin and He took my shame,
I will forever praise His name,
When I trusted Him as my Lord and Savior,
He promised He would leave me never;
The Man On The Middle Cross

The greatest thing He could ever do,
Is rise from the dead for me and you,
All this He did without reservation,
Now He’s prepared us a home in that heavenly nation;
The Man On The Middle Cross.

By Theresa Rutherford
2006
Used by permission.

Romans 5:6-9  For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly.  For scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die. But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Much more then, being now justified by his blood, we shall be saved from wrath through him.